After my detour yesterday into the real world of misandry, defamation, domestic abuse, and the legal system, I’m back with my normally benign, unremarkable, and less incendiary topics.
Once again cleaning out the photos on my phone to make room for new memories, I came upon a series of cool pics depicting a flight home from a visit to the kids.
I had a window seat on a smaller aircraft. When we were about thirty minutes from landing I could even kinda sorta pick out my house.
It’s always bittersweet to come home. There’s no place like home but there’s no place like being with my babies, either. Sigh.
Leaving rainy PNW.
Two 1/2 hours later, SoCal coastline.
Off the coast of Carlsbad. I see Agua Hedionda lagoon and if you know where to look, I can pretty much pick out my street. It’s too bad the airlines won’t make a stop to let me off at our local airport because soon I’ll have to drive all the way back up!
Pt. Loma and the Coronado Bay Bridge. On approach to land any minute as soon as the pilot turns around.
This is how you land aircraft when the airport is situated in the downtown area. Looks scarier than it is, I think. Anyway, home sweet home!