Wow. I posted in my lyme blog from Seattle, hoping to catch a flight To Portland, en route to San Francisco for the Lyme rally protesting IDSA's protocols.
I made that flight. On the flight, Across the aisle from me was an amazing woman with flowers on her hat. She reminded me of a heroine from a novel.
Mid way through the flight, i returned From the bathroom, and as i took my seat, she said she had two things to show me.
I think first she pointed out a mountain fairly near us, against a pinkening sky. Then she said to look down.
We were directly over Mt. St. Helen's. It took a minute to sink in that it was UNDER us, and how close it looked. We were totality swept away from there. The angle changed and we could see more detail. I remember a red rock on a cliff side that was shiny in the setting sun. Closer to us, I started to see crevasses in the snow.
I made that flight. On the flight, Across the aisle from me was an amazing woman with flowers on her hat. She reminded me of a heroine from a novel.
Mid way through the flight, i returned From the bathroom, and as i took my seat, she said she had two things to show me.
I think first she pointed out a mountain fairly near us, against a pinkening sky. Then she said to look down.
We were directly over Mt. St. Helen's. It took a minute to sink in that it was UNDER us, and how close it looked. We were totality swept away from there. The angle changed and we could see more detail. I remember a red rock on a cliff side that was shiny in the setting sun. Closer to us, I started to see crevasses in the snow.