Flying

My work takes me many places, although not to as many foreign lands as I would like. But although I have flown many thousands of miles, I never tire of flying. I tire of airports, certainly, but never flying. How could I, when the perspective one gains on our planet is truly amazing?

It may not be obvious, but both of the photographs on this page relate to flying. The top banner image I took while walking to the plane at the Jackson Hole airport. Yes, you board the plane at the foot of the Grand Tetons. What's not to like about that?

I took the picture to the right while on one of my flights over the Southwest. I'm still trying to determine the exact location of that site, and even the name of the river. If you have any clues, please contact me. [Update November 14: My colleague Kenning Arlitsch at the University of Utah solved the mystery, writing, in part, "It looks to me like it's the Green River through the lower part of Desolation and Gray Canyons. You were probably flying southeast along the Book Cliffs, paralleling Highway 6, and then turned east along I-70 heading toward Colorado. The shot (if I'm right about this) was taken just from north of the town of Green River." He verified it with Google Earth. Thanks, Kenning!]

Meanwhile, I write this as I sit in the San Francisco airport awaiting my flight to Edmonton, Alberta. I can't wait to see what new sights I'll see.