I printed my boarding pass this evening and confirmed my seat: 6B. Drat! An aisle seat. I boarded, sat down, and waited for Mr. 6A to appear. He came down the aisle and stopped. “I’m sorry,” gesturing across my knees. I asked if he cared about which seat was his. “No.” I scooted left and gazed out my window. Win!

Mr. 6A (now Mr. 6B) was an affable man. We chatted from boarding to deplaning,¹Boss. Deplane. Deplane. being “those guys.” You know who I mean. You’re tired, at the end of a long day, getting on a plane hoping to rest. Then a couple of guys near you babble the whole flight. Tonight, that was me. Sorry…

We rode on the left side going north in the evening. Thus the sun beamed in our windows. Although the plane looked new and the windows quite scratch-free and clean, the air was hazy and my light shirt reflected in the windows.²One of these days I’ll remember to wear a dark shirt when traveling. It should cut down the reflections in the window. Either that or make a black velvet shroud that drapes over the camera and below to block the reflections. Not a recipe for good pictures. At least, until we got to Oregon and some clouds.

We landed on PDX’s North-South runway, a first for me. Our approach took us directly over downtown Portland and then diving down to the right to land. Interesting, to say the least.

Of course, I took too many pictures of clouds. Here are just a few of them. :-)

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  Boss. Deplane. Deplane.
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  One of these days I’ll remember to wear a dark shirt when traveling. It should cut down the reflections in the window. Either that or make a black velvet shroud that drapes over the camera and below to block the reflections.