Just before heading to Erie, a jet went down in the Hudson River in New York City. This does not exactly instill confidence when boarding those planes-especially when in the frozen North.
We arrived in Erie after dark, but the flight home was in the daylight (I use that term very loosely since the skies were always cloudy.) When you looked out of the plane window here is what you see. WHERE IS THE RUNWAY? How does the pilot know where to taxi and where to ramp up for the take off? This did little to instill confidence in the airplane.
And then ALL OF A SUDDEN, THE BIG ORANGE MACHINE showed up to save the day. The two plows that were operating run up and down the runways going about 30 miles per hour and throwing snow in a LONG plume. While the runway was still white, I did feel better after seeing the frantic plowing before takeoff. The orange de-icer being sprayed on the plane wings was the final touch before hurling into the sky. I am happy to say that we made it home safe and sound. Give the choice though, I would prefer our Sunny 70 degree skies any day when boarding that big silver transporter. HOW IN THE WORLD DO THOSE THINGS STAY IN THE AIR, ANYWAY?
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Another thing for my "bucket list", drive a snow plow or a snow cat!
Chrome Cowgirl
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