Editor's note: Sarah McLellan is covering the Wild during the NHL postseason in her birthplace of Edmonton but first must spend 14 days confined to her hotel room. She'll write regularly to her father, who now lives in Arizona, with an update on life with limited freedom. Here is an excerpt from Monday's blog.
Dear Dad,
I made it! I'm back home in Edmonton, and it's already Day 3 of my mandatory, 14-day quarantine. The first few days flew by and now that I'm finally unpacked and have organized my 285-square-foot abode for the foreseeable future, reality is starting to sink in that this is really happening. Hockey is coming back, and I will be one of the select few who gets to witness this historic return in person.
This is part of who I am and what I do. I watch hockey and write about it. And as pieces of that routine have started to shift back into place, the transition feels familiar but also entirely new — like I'm scribbling my name but with my non-dominant hand.
Take the journey of getting here, for example. Instead of breezing onto the flight, the process was much more meticulous — on my end and with the airports. For starters, I had to gear up. I wore thick sweatpants, socks and sneakers and a long-sleeved shirt. I had two masks on and gloves, which made sweat drip down my wrists.
After a series of questions at check-in to confirm I could travel to Canada amid the border restrictions, an inquiry that never happened in normal times, I checked two huge suitcases and proceeded through security at Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport. I also had a carry-on duffel bag and a tote bag.
An over-packer for the shortest of trips, I didn't let up amid these unusual circumstances. Since the length of my stay is based on how far the Wild advances in the 24-team tournament, I could be in Edmonton for a few weeks or a few months. Not only did I pack multiple outfits and 10 pairs of shoes, but I brought five books to read, a 750-piece puzzle and workout equipment. I also didn't forget snacks for my quarantine, plastic cups and cutlery — which I already used to spread cream cheese on my bagel this morning for breakfast.
I had my temperature checked twice during the day, and I was regularly reminded about the quarantine rules. In flight, the experience was also different. As I walked onto the planes, I was given a sanitizing wipe. I cleaned my seat, seat belt, the window and screen in front of me. Beverage service was limited, but passengers were given a Ziploc bag with a few snacks and a small bottle of water.
