If you caught my last post, you’ll know all about our Denver trip and British Airways’ decision to send our luggage on its own solo vacation. Personally, I absolutely love an American road trip. There is nothing quite like the open roads, or the moment you walk into a classic Road House or Diner, open your mouth, and watch every head turn just to catch a whisper of the "English Accent."

I was once in a Dunkin’ Donuts, back before they dropped the “Donuts”, when a local looked at me dead in the eye and asked, “Are you James Bond?”

Naturally, I didn't deny it

But back to the luggage crisis. As I pointed out last time, when you're constantly on the move, tracking down lost bags is a nightmare. So, we struck a deal with BA: they were to deliver our suitcases to a hotel just outside Yellowstone Park, exactly one week after our flight had landed

The plot, however, thickened. I had also purchased tickets to see James Taylor at the iconic Red Rocks Amphitheatre. Back then, you couldn't just flash a QR code on your phone; we're talking about actual, physical paper tickets. I’d had to buy them from a US ticket office and find a reliable stateside address to ship them to

Suddenly, our holiday felt less like a relaxing getaway and more like coordinating a high-stakes supply drop behind enemy lines. Our bags and our concert tickets all had to land at the exact right place, at the exact right time, or the whole operation would fall apart

Conclusion

I’m incredibly pleased to say that the operational logistics paid off: the James Taylor tickets landed precisely on target. As for the concert itself? Well, that is a story for another blog