Wednesday, 01-May-2024, and Thursday, 02-May-2024

I was on my way.

Flying out on an adventure is always an interesting one, to me. It’s so simple – you check any bags, you walk through security, and then you sit in a seat for a while. Then when you get up, you’re somewhere else – Maybe partway across the state, or maybe halfway around the world.


I hopped on the flight in Portland, stopped in Seattle and Reykjavik, and then I was in Greenland.

I sat by the window on each leg, making a point to focus on looking out and maintaining that sense of wonder that you have the first time you fly. The sense of scale, and speed, and movement… I mean, I’m pretty sure that 100 years ago there weren’t any planes flying at 37,000ft, or cruising at around 530 mph.

It was lovely; not too much else to say, except that the food in Seattle was horrible (don’t get the mac and cheese, it’s just poorly microwaved ziti), and the Icelandic Hotdogs were delicious (They had mustard and… a peanut butter flavored condiment?).