Views from the sky

It's good to be home. A little late, but better than not at all.

We were a little delayed in Salt Lake City. As we were about to pull out from the gate, the captain informed us that we'd be taking on a little more fuel first. There was the potential for bad weather in OKC, so they wanted the option of being able to divert to Tulsa. I'm not sure how I feel about them carrying just enough fuel to reach the exact intended destination. I'm sure it's some sort of cost-cutting, "lean" effort or something, but what exactly is the margin of error? I mean, it's only 100 miles between OKC and Tulsa. And the difference in distance probably reduces greatly the sooner you know you must divert.

Anyway, even once we had our extra fuel, we then had to wait in line behind 12 other jets before we could take off. Once we did finally depart, the fun began. I ALWAYS request an aisle seat for both room and mobility purposes. I can't stand having to ask others to go through the ordeal of getting out of their seat in order for me to freely move about the cabin. Though conversely, I don't mind moving for others, as it gives me a chance to stretch. Today, however, I got "stuck" with a window seat. It had been a long while since I sat by a window, so I took full advantage of the convergence of having both a window seat and my digital camera on me. I've never really been certain we were even allowed to take photos out the airplane window, but nobody complained, so away I went.

I'm sure the guy next to me was annoyed to no end, as I snapped a ridiculous number of shots from the air, only some of which are linked here. My favorite is the pac-man shaped crop-circle-thingy. If only the other two circles were in front of the pac-man...


I went straight to work from the airport to address some issues at the office. It was definitely good that I did that. I expected to stay much later than I did, but my dad bailed me out, calling me up at work and asking if I wanted to catch dinner with them. While we waited crazy-long for a table, that dinner really hit the spot. Considering that I woke up this morning at 3am to make my 6am flight, ate a tiny breakfast in Salt Lake ~9:30, and was in the air during my lunch hour (i.e. no lunch for me), by dinner I was freaking starving. Nothing a little Texas Roadhouse can't solve in both quantity and quality. Yum. Heck, I'm hungry again already.