Portland February 2015 - Day 5

 

 

 

 

The Portland airport was real nice and I enjoyed being here for the limited time that I spent getting in and out of this fair city. Although I was a little disturbed that some airport employee had the nerve to label himself or his vehicle The Iceman 2. I guess it could have been worse. He could have tried to pass himself off as The Iceman. Like Highlander, there can be and only should be one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was mid afternoon but Jenny Reck and I were drinking like it was... well, mid afternoon. After all of the nonsense that went on during this trip, we felt no need to stop it now. Jenny had ordered a margarita (which at airport prices, was more than I make in an hour) but I took the smart route by smuggling in my own booze and put it in my coffee cup. You have to make sure that the plane is all fueled up before taking off. If the proper procedures aren't taken to ensure a safe journey, you never know what may happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From the plane we could see Mt. Hood, Mt. Adams, Mt. Saint Helens and Mt. Rainier. I'm not really sure which is which, because unlike a Rand McNally map, these mountains didn't have labels on them that made them easily identifiable. It was really cool to see all of these majestic beauties from above but I gotta send my love to Mt. Saint Helens. She has the confidence (and the figure) to stroll around topless even when all the other mountains slut shame her for being free and open with her sexuality. I can appreciate a mountain who isn't afraid to be herself and strut around topless. I find that to be titillating. So Mt. Saint Helens - hit me up baby. Let's talk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Everything is funnier in an airplane. Or maybe that's just what I have heard from my various travels across the country. I'm pretty sure that statement is wrong because there isn't enough room on a plane to be funny. So why was I laughing the entire time? Because Jenny Reck was my traveling partner. Everything she says and does is a stitch. Just like Tom Hanks. Without her this adventure would not have been as ridiculous or as random as it was. That's why I thought of her when I won these free Southwest Airlines tickets. The Reck kids need to keep going on these adventures. It's good material.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

On the way out here we changed planes in Phoenix. On the way back we didn't have to change planes, but we did have to make a stop in Denver and drop some of these people off and pick up some more poor unfortunate souls who needed a lift. I guess that is how travel works. I have worked in the travel industry for the last 8 years, but don't think for a second that I pay attention to anything. Life is like us on this plane. Jenny is making mustaches, I'm making faces and we both drank the flight out of Wild Turkey whiskey (according to the Stewardess, but that might have been her way of clever way of cutting us off). But that's traveling! Or at least how it is in my head.