By the time we found our way to the gate for our final flight, we'd been up 28 hours. Meeting the result of some pilot's sense of humor eased our fatigue somewhat and seemed worth one final photograph.
29 June 2009
Last vacation photo
Our overbooked flight (not, we did NOT volunteer to stay behind) left Anchorage right on schedule, the sun still not having quite set. And, fact is, the sky never darkened completely, the horizon in the north glowing red for the first four hours of the flight. Then, the sun rose bathing the inside of the cabin in brilliant, golden light -- until the passengers on that side of the plane lowered the shades. Grrrr. We had just enough time in the Minneapolis airport for a little breakfast -- more Starbucks coffee and muffins, before leaving for Memphis.
By the time we found our way to the gate for our final flight, we'd been up 28 hours. Meeting the result of some pilot's sense of humor eased our fatigue somewhat and seemed worth one final photograph.
By the time we found our way to the gate for our final flight, we'd been up 28 hours. Meeting the result of some pilot's sense of humor eased our fatigue somewhat and seemed worth one final photograph.
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