I’m not a big fan of air travel. Noise, discomfort, crowds, and TSA put me on the grumpy and impatient side of being the old lady I am. And I’ve probably watched too many plane crash movies. But looking down from up high fascinates me – the contrasts, the geography, recognizing places I’ve been, and the impacts of time and weather. I always opt for the window seat, even when the airplane’s wing blocks my view. Alan has to sit in the middle seat, but fortunately he’s accommodating and doesn’t complain.
We flew out of Portland the last week of June. My new city is still a shiny new penny to me, and I love recognizing hills and rivers and bridges, and seeing it as a whole. I try to identify each Cascade peak, and since my maps app works up there, I can confirm my guesses and see what else is below. I never tire of seeing it all put together, better than a topographic map.
We flew west from the airport over the Columbia River and then
swung south for views of the Willamette and Sauvie Island.
Each caption explains what you’re looking at.
Six days later we flew out of San Jose, California. I lived in the Bay Area for twenty some years, so it’s familiar in a nostalgic way. The interesting part for me is about the changes over time. Right now that’s pretty much about the weather and climate change.
Portland had more rain than usual this year, and it looks like spring still, from the ground and from the air. The Bay Area, like most of California, is in a severe drought, and in some places can sometimes look like a moonscape. It’s even more shocking to me because of the mossy green filter over my eyes after all these months of rain.
I complain a bit about our rain, and our garden sure suffered from flooding, but I know that it also makes way for bountiful springs and green summers. Not to mention plentiful drinking water. It’s the day to day living in all the damp and grey that’s challenging. But I’m hoping for more getaways in the future, more changes of weather and scenery, and the feeling of joy and appreciation upon my return. Isn’t that why we travel? I’m loving being home again right now, especially since summer has truly, finally, arrived.