slogging home

For the next 30 hours or so I will be making my way home.

The slog began with a bus ride from the hotel to the bus terminal to transfer to a larger bus for the 45 minute ride to the international airport.

The views on the way to the airport reminded me of the first time I traveled to Iceland and was astounded by the look of the land.

Keflavik Airport has seen such an increase in flights bringing so many to this island country. Art has a prominent place

Thanks to Evan our travel is filled with convenience, including access to Saga lounge where the seating, and the food & drink, made the waiting time so very pleasant. This part of the slog home is no slog at all!

Flying time estimated to be 8 1/2 hours. That’s a slog for sure.

I had hoped to see Greenland as we crossed over, but solid cloud cover precluded any views.

Cloud cover now breaking a bit over Quebec. A beautiful sight to see- a glimpse of an engine and a wing holding us aloft.

I’m reminded of a poem that pilots claim describes the experiencing of flying aircraft.

I’ll have tonight in Dallas and an early flight to Atlanta tomorrow. I’m grateful Evan will pick me up as it’s likely I would not have any slog left in me for the two-hour drive to my mountains.

I’m blessed to have you all along for this most excellent adventure!

Traveling mercies.