In less than two days, I landed in four airports.
PHX, LAX, DEN, back home to OMA.
What a ride.
As I said, this was my first time riding in a jet, and it was amazing!
The first time we were ascending out of Omaha, I was looking out my window and noticed a huge wall of fog. I was disappointed that the fog was going to be blocking my view.
I soon noticed that I was looking at clouds, not fog.
When we ascended above the clouds, I saw every little kids vision of heaven.
A carpet of fluffy white clouds and big blue sky as far as the eye can see. (I know Montana is supposed to be “Big Sky Country,” but it’s got nothing on the top of the troposphere!)
(Do jets fly at the top of the troposphere, or the bottom of the stratosphere?)
I’ve heard people talk about how beautiful the Midwest’s landscape is.
No, I’m not joking.
I’ve heard people say “I can’t help but notice how beautiful the Midwest’s landscape is.”
I thought they were crazy.
Until I flew over Arizona.
Don’t get me wrong, the desert is good stuff, and canyons are really cool, but everything just looks so bleak. I’m talking brown all over the place.
Now, I’m not saying I really like spending hours driving though corn fields (That stretch of I-80 between Omaha and Des Moines still drives me nuts!), but we can grow a billion times more corn than any canyon, and that’s worth something.
As we descended into Denver, it was amazing to see mountains dominate the landscape.
They were huge, and in every direction, as far as I could see.