We’ve often written in this blog about flying, but a recent trip renewed my gratitude for something as simple as the window seat.
On a recent flight from Phoenix to our nation’s capital, we took a much more southerly route than usual, likely to avoid weather in the northern part of the country. We were also much lower … a mere 27 thousand feet versus the usual 35 or 37. Again this was probably due to jet streams affecting our route.
After completing some work I needed to take care of, I was able to watch the world go by out the window. I watched the Arizona desert turn into New Mexico and west Texas. A few light, puffy clouds joined the blue sky, then I spotted the green trees and fields that bordered the Mississippi River as we crossed over Louisiana. Highways stretch out in the distance, beckoning the road tripper in me.
As a private pilot, I’m always fascinated by the myriad layouts of smaller airports. A small single runway just outside a small town below left me wondering if I could figure out exactly where we were if I checked a map when we got to the hotel at the end of the day.
My recent trips have been at night or involved aisle (or worse, middle!) seats. This flight reminded my how much I love just looking out the window. Alas, Judy gets the window for the flight home, but another trip isn’t far behind.
There’s a whole world out there waiting to be explored. Grab a window seat and see it from on high!
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