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6:45 a.m. The sun is rising but we get there first. Sleepy Portland falls away beneath us, downtown highrises dimly distant, gold-scaled serpentine I-5 snakes south between the hills. Gaining altitude, further east- Hood rears majestic silhouetted by pink, turquoise, tangerine, August’s somehow slightly-demeaning bleak gray stone now mantled in pure, luscious white. In the distance less familiar peaks catch at the southern sky, jagged, snaggle-toothed. Below me the vast Columbia is a ditch; the Cascades loom dark above it. Ridgelines forking their way to Mt. Hood are skewbald, snow-white patches against the green-black of the firs. Low fog fills the valleys like glaciers. Snowy slopes are touched by pale light now, cirrus and contrails glow electric flamingo, and as the fir-clad, knife sharp peaks blur and fade to smooth, dun-brown hills the first flare of orange sun incinerates the earth.
*sigh*
( So. What I've been up to lately. )
As I write this I am sitting on a plane, flying over the snow-capped Rocky Mountains. When I post this I will be in New Orleans. Why? Because my family loves me, that’s why. My brother called me up last week and was like, “Hey, doing anything for Thanksgiving? Wanna come to New Orleans?” The flights are my early Christmas present from Mom, Alex, and Nova. So yeah, for the rest of the month I’ll be hanging with Alex, Nova, Uncle Ivan, and Auntie Jeannette in the Big Easy, having MORE delicious turkey dinner, sailing and canoeing around in the bayous, rivers, and lakes of Louisiana, being a tourist in the French Quarter, and so on. I’m so excited; Alex and I haven’t been down to visit Ivan and Jeanette in NO since we were both in elementary school.
So yeah. New Orleans. …I know, right? Pretty fucking awesome.
EDIT: Sprawling Louisiana townships crackling with electricity, strung together like neurons with suburban dendrites and axon highways. America at night is a brain.
...So the plane I was on had to turn around because it had a cracked window and couldn't achieve the necessary altitude to get to NO. So we landed again in Minneapolis - St. Paul and they found us another airplane. That airplane was broken too. So they found us a third airplane, so I hiked across the GIGANTIC FREAKING airport and caught that. ...Oh well, at least I got to watch Obama pardon a turkey. (And I watched Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang on the plane... ilu TARDIS, my precious precious baby.) ...Ah well. Air travel. What are you gonna do? *sigh, eyeroll* Whatever, it's worth it to travel exciting places, and because everything's so damned pretty from the air.
I'm in N'awlins now. Ivan and Jeannette took me to a fabulous local eatery. We had fried dill pickles for an appetizer, which are actually quite delicious, especially when dipped in ketchup and various peppery sauces. I had this amazing crawfish pasta dish, and the tasty local beer, which they serve in chilled goblets the size of the world. So, I'm off to a great start. Jealous yet~?
*sigh*
( So. What I've been up to lately. )
As I write this I am sitting on a plane, flying over the snow-capped Rocky Mountains. When I post this I will be in New Orleans. Why? Because my family loves me, that’s why. My brother called me up last week and was like, “Hey, doing anything for Thanksgiving? Wanna come to New Orleans?” The flights are my early Christmas present from Mom, Alex, and Nova. So yeah, for the rest of the month I’ll be hanging with Alex, Nova, Uncle Ivan, and Auntie Jeannette in the Big Easy, having MORE delicious turkey dinner, sailing and canoeing around in the bayous, rivers, and lakes of Louisiana, being a tourist in the French Quarter, and so on. I’m so excited; Alex and I haven’t been down to visit Ivan and Jeanette in NO since we were both in elementary school.
So yeah. New Orleans. …I know, right? Pretty fucking awesome.
EDIT: Sprawling Louisiana townships crackling with electricity, strung together like neurons with suburban dendrites and axon highways. America at night is a brain.
...So the plane I was on had to turn around because it had a cracked window and couldn't achieve the necessary altitude to get to NO. So we landed again in Minneapolis - St. Paul and they found us another airplane. That airplane was broken too. So they found us a third airplane, so I hiked across the GIGANTIC FREAKING airport and caught that. ...Oh well, at least I got to watch Obama pardon a turkey. (And I watched Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang on the plane... ilu TARDIS, my precious precious baby.) ...Ah well. Air travel. What are you gonna do? *sigh, eyeroll* Whatever, it's worth it to travel exciting places, and because everything's so damned pretty from the air.
I'm in N'awlins now. Ivan and Jeannette took me to a fabulous local eatery. We had fried dill pickles for an appetizer, which are actually quite delicious, especially when dipped in ketchup and various peppery sauces. I had this amazing crawfish pasta dish, and the tasty local beer, which they serve in chilled goblets the size of the world. So, I'm off to a great start. Jealous yet~?
