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May. 7th, 2008 @ 11:05 am May 2, 2008 7:32pm - Misty Mountain Blues
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((Note: This was something I wrote on paper while in transit to Seattle this past weekend. This is the first chance I've had of typing it up in my blog.))

We're currently on our way to Seattle, WA, and I have the window seat on a tiny little commuter jet operated by some third party airline company, but provided by Delta. So far the flight has been easy, despite the cramped quarters.

The plane has only 3 seats in each row, two on the port side and one starboard. When you walk down the center isl, the ceiling is mere inches from the crowns of most people's heads, and the walls feel like they're closing in a bit, even though I'm not really a claustrophobe. The worst is the seat. I have a window, which on a modern plane would mean I have a bit more hip room on the right. But this seat is bounded on the right by an arm rest that wont lift, leaving 4 inches of wasted space between me and the bulkhead, pressing me up against Adam's leg to my left. He is warm, and the air conditioner's cold blast does not alleviate the mild discomfort there.

But oh well, it is a directl flight - I'm not sure when, if ever, I've been on a direct flight that lasted more than an hour before, so its strange to think there wont be a mad dash down another terminal to a second plane before we finally arrive, exhausted, at our destination. Weird, but I'm not complaining.

The view as we made our initial ascent above Dockweiler Beach was quite lovely. The molten sun hung lightly in the Western sky, above a thin fuzzy mist that made ambiguous the line between sea and sky. Directly below us, however, the small waves grew smaller still, at last resembling the finely patterned texture of linen paper, if that paper were a bold shade of dusky blue. We turned Northward, inland, passing anonymously above Malibu, hurtling over hills and mountaintops. The wavelike crests of the hills rose stiffly out of a purple evening fog, resembling the soft rolling contours of the Blue Ridge area, oddly enough. It was beautiful.

Attempting to calculate geography-plus-landmarks, we decided the large lake nestled in a deep valley, and another couple of smaller lakes above in the distance were familiar - this was the Lake Arrowhead area, nestled in the hills above San Bernardino. This is the fictional location of Promise, California, home to a large number of clan and family Giovanni in the Los Angeles One World by Night storyline. It was fun and interesting to view the area from above and match it to the hybrid satellite views provided by Google. I'm not sure our flight path for any other journey would take us in just the right direction for such a view.

Well, enough writing for now. A gentleman two rows back and to the left is snoring peacefully, and I'm glad he feels comfortable enough suspended at 65,000 feet in midair to sleep, but he's disrupting my Zen. Hehe. At least I have gaming books to read...