On my flight back to Honolulu after Christmas, I had one layover, in Chicago. The flight from Chicago to Honolulu wasn't very pleasant. It was about 8.5 hours long, and they only served us drinks twice in those 8.5 hours, which I thought was very skimpy. I was parched by the end, and I had even brought along my own bottle of water from the airport, which I was forced to ration over the course of the flight. American Airlines. Serving you dry lips and dehydration headaches.
But I did have a window seat, and the flight across the country offered some lovely aerial scenes.
This is a fun optical phenomenon called a glory. The plane is between the sun and the clouds, allowing us to see the rainbow-like glory, but it also casts its shadow over the middle of it.
Snowy peaks. I don't know where this was--somewhere between Chicago and the California coast.
Frosty brown earth
Placid blue lake. At least it seems placid from this altitude.
I was wondering where we'd hit the west coast, but my question was easily answered once we got there. Just about the only coastal California landmark I could easily identify went right by my window: the Golden Gate Bridge. The photo cuts it off, but that line of clouds continues, extending San Francisco's famous fog over the land to the northeast. I guess we were lucky the bridge was visible.