Flights of Fancy: Part One

A 780 ft crop circle in the form of a double (...
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She couldn’t have known how essential a window seat is for me on my rare jet flights. But then again, since the Newark to Seattle leg will be the longest I’ve ever endured in a jet except for LaGuardia to Heathrow some years ago, maybe my daughter, who booked these coming flights, has saved me from the inevitable neck pain that comes when I obsessively MUST watch whatever is viewable out the nose-smudged porthole windows at whatever altitude we’re flying. Even unbroken expanses of clouds are good. You never know when a sudden opening might reveal a stunning vista of crop circles below! I have to look, no choice.

But if on this future trip, by luck of the draw, I’m wedged between the fat lady and the crying baby, it will just make me more appreciative for those times I pick my own window seats for the education their view inevitably provides.

I had forgotten to tell myself this high-altitude geology story from our recent travels: On the Charlotte to Saint Louis flight a couple of weeks ago, I had the ultimate (to date) plane-window learning experience: flying over the Smokies on a clear day in spring.

Part Two: Flights of Fancy

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Could it be a generational thing that makes plane travel still an adventure for us boomers? Despite all the crowding, screening, waiting in lines, I still like to fly with my nose pressed to the porthole too! And as we drove across the country last month, I observed that it was equally exciting to see it from the ground, too!

  2. I have to have a window seat. I check my seat assignment online and change it if needed. If for no other reason than to check that we are still in the air. 🙂 I love the viewing, no matter what the view.

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