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Wintry Wonderland

Whenever I fly I always get a window seat.  In fact I'm always amazed at the 2/3rds or however many they are who don't.  The convenience of flying is how quick you can get someplace and the relative cheapness of it all.  But the fun of it is looking out the window. 

Here we are heading to Northlandia.    




It would be even more fun if there was a way to tell where you were along the flight.  Maybe some kind of map that would be superimposed on the window when you push a button.  Or an app on your phone that would follow your flight - of course that would have to work even when there is no Wi-Fi and your devise is on Airplane Mode.  



                 

I don't need my pilots to be guides along the way, I want them focused on flying the damn thing.  But maybe one of the flight attendants could give us a little heads up for things worth looking at.






Oddly enough on the trip back to Kitschland one of the pilots informed us that Atlanta was to our left.  That was nice.







As we were descending I was able to spot I-74 and Lynn Center. 



And that would be Orion.

The beautiful snow.  I was hoping I would see some and maybe a good snowfall while I was back for a couple weeks.  While up North I was able to experience all four seasons along with a couple snowfalls and some really nice fog.  February just became my favorite month.  

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