The wake-up call was what time? It seemed so early, I think it was 4:30 a.m. Our flight was at 7:00. This is PDX. I've always liked our airport. It's small enough that it's easy to walk the whole thing. It's clean and it's attractive. It's also about as functional as they get.
Yeah. The obligatory first cup.
. . . and breakfast. We've been trying to eat healthier and on the low side of the glycemic index the past couple of years, and we hadn't give up yet. We were still trying to make good choices. It seems Starbucks has something they are now calling "oatmeal." It was probably better than having a muffin. Choices would get both better and worse over the next 10 days.
I love looking out the window. Lee likes aisle seats so he can get out easier. I vote for having to pester my seat-mate(s) to get out and having the view. I never get tired of it unless the cloud forms get monotonous. Best, of course, is seeing the ground. I think this must be the Rocky Mountains or something near them, based on the time stamp on the photo, which was 9:04 a.m.
This was taken at 9:45 a.m. - maybe Kansas? Nebraska? Iowa? The earth forms change so fast when you're flying. If I can look out, I rarely get anything else done, like reading or crossword puzzles. And thank god for digital cameras and not wasting a bunch of film. The plane windows are often a big impediment, but this one was almost perfect.