A month ago, I flew from Maine to California to spend a couple of weeks visiting with family. I don’t fly often, but when I do, I always get a window seat if possible. I just can’t get over the views, not to mention the fact that I’m looking at them while flying. Through the air. In an enormous, very heavy machine. You can talk to me all day about aerodynamics, but to me it’s still magic.
Speaking of unexplained things . . . does anyone know what this is? Seriously. I have no idea and I’m really curious.
This country is so vast and so varied as it rolls past beneath the plane. My great-grandparents traveled west by covered wagon on the Oregon Trail. It took them months to get there. How amazing is it that now we can fly coast to coast in just a few hours?
Here’s my favorite aerial image of the trip:
I didn’t actually spend the entire flight gazing out the window. I also love flying because it’s a wonderful opportunity to read undisturbed for hours, and I took full advantage of it. After all, it’s not like there’s anything else I should be doing.
And when I arrived at LAX, I was greeted by these cheerful smiles at the parking garage.
I don’t know what they are, but they made me laugh. Drains or lights or whatever they may be, whoever designed them was clearly having some fun. And so was I!