It was only once I was in the plane, and looking at the route displayed on the seat-back in front of me, that I realized we'd be flying over mountains. (insert squeal of delight here)
The skies were clear for much of the trip. It was wonderful watching the changing landscapes from forests to farmland to bogs to foothills. My window seat guaranteed me and excellent view. And there was a bonus.
The plane was far from full. Any time I wanted to look out the other side of the plane, I could.
Wasn't sure if those were forest fires .
Actually it was a bit hazy. But when you're four miles up, that's sorta understandable.
I'd left Halifax at 3 p.m. and thanks to my ability to travel back through time, arrived in Portland, Oregon, a mere 4 hours later, after flying for 8 hours !
And here kiddies is your bonus shot. Pay close attention to the distance travelled, speed, and direction of travel. Any questions ?