Another great day to donate! Two marathons and two charities! Let's raise a combined $6,500 for cancer research through Fred's Team and low-income seniors with Housing Opportunities and Maintenance for the Elderly (H.O.M.E.)!
Donate to H.O.M.E. here. Donate to Fred's Team here. More information here and at the top of the blog!
The flight went without incident. The sole grievance was that my seatmate passed enough gas for a return trip. Still it was smooth. Even the screaming infant slept until we started to descend. I caught In the Heart of the Sea and Hail Caesar. Neither were particularly good. I filled the remaining hour with episodes of Portlandia intermixed with staring at the flight information screen.
No one looks out windows any more. No windows are even open, presumably to maintain the viewing darkness. I would have enjoyed looking for mountains. So I satisfied myself with the rough map of the US and the little plane graphic that slowly updated our position. The windspeed, altitude and temperature were all reported. It is a rather odd thought (in the middle of a hot summer) to remember how thin the warm skin of air is. We were flying through ridiculous cold.
Our data last updated at we touched down. We were still supposedly 180+ feet above the service and cruising at a tortoise pace of 165 mph. And then the screen went blank.
A warm bus ride through traffic and mountains and now I am in my dorm room. I am hungry and there are still three hours till dinner. I walked to the cafe, but no one was there. It was open, but I couldn't find anyone to make me a sandwich. I may try the Mexican joint I heard about. I was told it was up "cardiac hill." Sounds promising.
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