I like to be able to get in my car and leave, so if I fly I have no means of instant escape if I find myself in an uncomfortable situation, plus I pretty much have to find things to occupy me in the air so I don't think about not being able to just walk out the door. Can we say, "Claustrophobic?"But this trip was something that I felt was necessary for me to do. We have a friend who lived in Reno that was moving to Oklahoma. It's not a trip that I would want, at my age, to drive by myself, and since our friend is older than I am, and older, probably than dirt, I felt she needed someone to drive the 16 foot moving truck and pull the car hauler with her little purple truck.
So here I am, flying. And, obviously, to entertain myself I took photos, many photos. So to start off our little jaunt, I get to share with you...Photos out the airplane windows.
(You can click on them and make 'em bigger)
The first photo was one of the tilled farm areas that is so fascinating to me. The quilt like landscape looks so much like a coat of many colors. I have a couple of others, but I didn't want to inundate you with too many s.o.o.c. (straight out of camera) photos. If I can make one or two look better, I will share them with you down the road.
The second shot looked, to me, like a dragon or a herd of horses galloping... depending on which way you looked at it. I'll let you all draw your own conclusions as to what you might see, or you can decide that I've really gone 'round the bend now.
But the weird, skewed way I look at these things comes even more into play on this third one, and please don't ask me why this popped into my brain when I saw this photo as I wouldn't be able at all to explain...My first thought when I saw this photo on my computer screen was, "That looks like what my ob/gyn tried to describe what my fallopian tubes and other innards associated with them looked like when he did my hysterectomy."
I don't know why I think these things. Maybe it was because of how bad I felt before I got my works jerked. I'm just keeping it honest with you and trying to keep it interesting so you will keep coming back.
Now this last one anyone with dry, cracked, chapped lips ought to be able to identify with. As you all know, I was fighting an awful cold all week before and when I left on this little tour.My lips felt like someone had taken a jack-hammer to them while I was asleep, and I could hardly move my mouth without pain. And you must know by now that I don't mind jacking my jaws a bit. I do not like to use chap stick kind of stuff, but I must now say I've changed my mind.
I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't found a tube that I got two year ago in my Christmas stocking (yes, I'm 63 and still get a stocking). It was some nasty berry flavor something, but it saved me a great deal of pain.
Since I survived the flight, now I will get to share with you some of the hundreds of photos I took on the road from Reno, Nevada, to the red dirt of home in the middle of Oklahoma some 1600 miles worth. Aren't you excited?
But we will save some of those for another day. My question of the day is, "How many of you are having flash-backs of the days when you had to sit through Aunt Fannie's or Uncle Henry's trip to the Grand Canyon and points west slide show?"
