Flying to Denver

My granddaughter, Morgan, lives in Denver which seems far away. When Ray and I were married we flew to Denver for our honeymoon. It takes Morgan an hour non-stop. We took four hours and stopped very often. They served us a meal and we had wooden silverware. I guess you should say wooden dinnerware. It was the first time I had ever flown although Ray had--I think. I don't remember a lot except I was really scared. I have landed at Denver many times since and flown around the world but there is nothing that matches that scary flight.