The weekend snowstorm caused Southwest to cancel my Sunday am flight to Atlanta. I re-booked to Monday at 5:35 am. Betsy kindly drove to DIA at 3 am. I forgot to give her keys back and found them in pocket while going thru security. Oops! I managed to fix things with Betsy. My flight to ATL was routine. But my connection with brother-in-law Gardie was not. Eventually, Jimmy from Alpine Shuttle Service drove me to a road crossing on the Appalachian Trail, arriving after dark. I camped near a parking lot at the road crossing. Getting to the AT was harder than I expected, all is well.