The best laid plans

The plan:
Alicia and I fly from Boston to Seattle.  I assemble my bike and ride it a few miles away to REI who agreed to hang on to it for a few days.  We grab the rental car and head to Mt Rainier for three days of hiking and exploring.  We then drive back to Seattle, I grab my bike, and go.  Alicia's sister flies in to Seattle, and she and Alicia drive down the coast to San Jose.

The reality:
We landed in Seattle but my bike did not come out.  It also was not on the next flight so we filled out a "lost bag" form.  We got the car and went to Mt Rainier.  We did a short hike and bought groceries in town.  We got a message that night that my bike was found and they were hanging onto it for me.  The next morning my grandfather passed away, and by a lot of luck I managed to get the message despite no cell service.  We found a flight back to Boston that night and drove back to Seattle, flew to Boston, and drove to CT.  My bike remained at the airport.  The funeral was yesterday and I just landed back in Seattle.  I'll grab the bike in the morning and start my trip.  Alicia will fly to San Jose in a few days.

That's how it goes sometimes.