The weather yesterday on my flight home was clear all the way from Tulsa to Spokane. I was treated to tremendous views of Pike’s Peak, the Rockies, the Wasatch Range, and the Sawtooths.
Nothing could compare, however, to flying over my town of Pullman at 35,000 feet as the sun set in the west. I had to break out my camera and snap a photo.
2 comments:
Welcome home, Tom. It's fun to travel but I absolutely love flying back into Pullman. There is nothing else like it.
Click your heels together three times Dorothy and say there's no place like home.
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