40. Travel: Jenny Lake, Wyoming

I have a confession to make:  I’ve never been to Jenny Lake.  My boyfriend and I were supposed to go there (this is a million years ago before we got married).  I called some amazing resort I had seen in a travel magazine and booked us a room, but then could not get flights. 

Could not get flights.  How can a person not get flights?  Who knows—but there were no flights available.  I called about a dozen different airlines, and the answer was always the same, We’re booked, So sorry, Please try another day. 

With no way to get there, I was forced to cancel the hotel reservation.  “I apologize, but I have to cancel.  We couldn’t get flights.” 

The girl on the phone did not take it well.  “You … you don’t want to come to Jenny Lake?  Was it something I said?  How can I get you to change your mind?”  Somehow she represented all that was Jenny Lake and she took the rejection personally.    

I wanted to tell her I was not breaking up with the hotel, the airline had broken up with me.  I was a victim of circumstance. 

“No, no, miss, please do not misunderstand,” I begged, “I do want to come to Jenny Lake, it’s just the airline has no flights.” 

“You’re making excuses,” she huffed, “and that one is not even believable.  How naïve do you think I am?” 

“I promise it’s true!  Why would I make it up?  I want to come to Jenny Lake, I really do!” 

She turned all business, her voice now sounding robotic:  “Fine.  Reservation number, please?” 

I gave her the number and she finally cancelled my request. 

I still wonder what I missed out on. 

MOV