So the flight we decided to try for had a 6:00 AM showtime, so we had to be there around 5:00. We got up really early and attempted to tiptoe around so we wouldn't wake the entire household with our noise, although that was a challenge! The reason we decided to try was because this flight was a contracted commercial flight, so it was more like a typical airliner, instead of a military plane. There were only 41 seats, though, so we weren't at all sure that we would get out on it. But our names were indeed called, so we texted the C's with the sad news. We had all decided that we most likely wouldn't make it out, and we had plans for how we were going to spend the rest of the day! But one of the cardinal rules of space-a is to always try for a flight going your direction as soon as you are ready to start heading back. In retrospect, it probably was a good decision. We continued watching Hickam's facebook page, and there was not another big flight to Travis for the next several days--only ones with 5 or 7 seats. I'm sure we would have been panicking!
The aircraft was a 757, but only the back half had seats (7 rows of 6). There was a big wall at the front of the cabin dividing it from the rest of the airplane, which had cargo in it. Since it was a commercial plane, we had to pay a "head tax" for it--$8.70 a person. Quite a bargain to fly across the Pacific!