Traveling, living out of a bag.

Damp, thick fog hung low in Seattle Friday morning when I departed. I never get used to the joy that takeoffs and landings bring me. One thousand feet above the gray, freezing fog the sun was spectacular. The Cascades took forever to cross, and I could point out peaks I had hiked to: Rattlesnake ledge and across from it Mt. Si. All of northern America is covered in snow, especially Chicago.