No...it was a Dash-8. Big enough for us tater fed folks.
Mrs BG had to go back to Denver shortly after getting here to finish up some work-related stuff. She got to the airport at oh-dark-thirty...before TSA. Everyone was just waiting in the gate area, past the security checkpoint. The TSA guy finally got there and just had everyone walk back out behind the metal detector and walk back through. Kinda funny. It felt like being back in the 60s and going to the airport without all the hassle you have to go thru today. Oh...and everyone survived.