(From my journal)
August 14, 2021
We're high in the air, somewhere over Idaho with less than an hour to go. Flying over the Great Salt Lake was really interesting. There seemed to be a mist in the air, but on further study it appeared to be hints of smoke. The ground was visible for awhile, beige like an alien planet. Shapes in the distant mud looking like a foreign alphabet.
White puffy clouds appeared, giant cotton blankets floating above the ground, puffy sculptures raising here and there. Now it's dark and murky below. The horizon is blue, but underneath is a layer of grey and brown, hints of landscape showing through the dingy haze. Smoke. They're still suffering from smoke.
Mt. Rainier, an extinct volcano.
Landing in Seattle
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