Over the Great Plains somewhere, doing in a couple hours by Frogjet what took a couple months by prairie schooner.
Sure is flat down there.
The last two times I flew out of IND have been at 0MG30 on a weekday, and I just basically walked up to security and got howdied on through, with nary a line in sight. This time they had the Disneyland queue ropes up and the place was a seething mass of aberrant humanity, all desperate to go someplace else of a sunny summer Saturday morn.
Over half an hour shuffling through that mess. It's a good thing they only have machines that can peek into your trousers, because if they had one that could peek into your brain, I'd be under the jail for multiple counts of sedition and worse.
Ran into Farmer Frank at the gate. I feel like a real gunwriter now. :)
They informed us that the A319 was booked to capacity: 126 souls en route to Salt Lake City. Amazing how many people got huffy that they wouldn't be able to bring 3 full-size carryons plus strollers for the anklebiters aboard a plane that was stuffed to the gills.
Sure used a lot of runway, FWIW.
Despite taking my time typing this, including a detour to the Wikipedia article on the A320 family, it is still flat as a board out there. Sure glad we're not doing this by Conestoga.
The taxi driver asked what was in the Pelican, a musical instrument? I said, "Well, sorta." No freakout at the Delta counter. IND remains a pretty chilled out place when it comes to flying with heaters.
Chatting with the Indy airport cop while waiting in the secure area, and he asked what I was going to be doing out in Portland. Visiting family? Business trip. Told him I was going to go shoot the Crimson Trace night 3-gun match, with lasers and flashlights and cool stuff like that. He wanted to come along.
STILL flat out there. The ground is covered with the distinctive circles of dryland farming, though, turning the Ogalalla Aquifer into food, so we're out over the High Plains proper now.