I am not fond of flying…until I’m actually up in the air. I recently flew out to Phoenix via Las Vegas; and as I prepared for the trip, I was a nervous wreck. Off the charts anxious. Boarding the plane I was sweating. I’m sure everyone already sitting on the aisles are being checked for concussions as I navigated to my seat with my carry-on bag and purse. Of course my preferred seat is near a wing by the window. I don’t believe this is the safest part of the plane, but I figure if we are going down seat choice is not significant.
I’ve also come to the conclusion that no matter where you fly, if you are flying out of south central Texas, 3/4’s of the trip will be over Texas. The last time I flew, we were in the air for two hours on the way to Denver and I’m fairly certain we are over Oklahoma, or Northern New Mexico…until the pilot decides to share that if we looked out the right windows we’d see the lovely city of Amarillo. About 20 minutes later, wah-lah…we’re in Denver. It wasn’t any different this time as we flew into Las Vegas.
However, as we flew over the desert, I was utterly amazed by the beauty of the topography of the land below. I’ve never flown that far west. The ground colors were beyond description. Pinks blending into grays blending into blacks blending into reds. The massive rock formations content to stand alone in the midst of mustard colored sand. But wait….there’s more….
Flying from Vegas to Phoenix was even more amazing. The colors, the rock formations, I was overwhelmed by the colors and the way the sand formations shifted; blending into something out of someone’s genius imagination.
And Phoenix…I was mesmerized. Perhaps I should have been a geologist because rocks fascinate me. My trip was cut short because of health issues, but I will definitely go back for exploration.
And being the most awesome Grandma ever, I brought back the greatest treasures ever for my kiddos….stones infused with the many colors of the desert. I will of course gift these beauties with t-shirts that boldly declare…My Gammy went to Phoenix and I all I got was this stupid t-shirt and a rock.
I so ROCK!