If time refunded you one hour

On an early Monday morning in April of 2001, I had a flight going from D.C. to San Francisco. We were crossing over central Indiana when we hit some light to moderate turbulence. It was still shaking the plane 20 minutes later. We were at our cruising altitude of 37,000 feet. I called Chicago Center and told them we were in moderate turbulence for over 20 minutes and could they allow us to climb to 39,000 ft. The Controller approved the deviation and we climbed in hopes of getting out of whatever we were in. No luck and it was even worse.

I called Chicago again telling them that the deviation didn’t help and could I descend to 35 000 ft. They declined due to other traffic in the area, but approved 33,000 ft, which didn’t make me happy, but I accepted it. It was also worse, so I asked Chicago if I could return to my original altitude of 37,000 ft. She approved it and when we returned to our original cruising altitude, it was worse than before. In fact, it was bad. I didn’t want to call the Controller again, so I decided to ride it out, which took nearly an hour.

It was one of the worse hours of flying in my career. We were really bouncing and I could hear a few passengers yelling at times. I tried to calm them, but sometimes we just can’t convince passengers that everything is alright. I did get on the radio and warn other planes to stay out of 37,000 ft. due to heavy turbulence.
 
One Easter at the cabin with family, a travel trailer and tents scattered across the yard. I looked around me and realized that everyone I loved in the whole world was right here.
 
I don't need one additional hour. I have enough time in my life, in fact, too much already. I am ready to go. 🙄
 


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