Living Under The Flight Path...

 We ran an errand this morning which required us to drive a little farther than usual...about sixty miles out of our way. You could not have picked a better day to do it--it was an incredible morning.

Even saw some planes.

When we lived in Davis County, we were not quite under the flight path. Then again, we probably were. We were too east to have planes fly on a landing pattern--the north/south corridor, but if planes were taking off to the north and needed to turn east, they'd sometimes fly directly overhead our house.

This morning, looking up at an inbound Delta flight, it reminded me of watching the planes.

I paid more attention to the plane because where we now live, seeing any plane is an unusual event. It's not like the sky is totally devoid of planes up here...just few and far between. 

Years--decades--ago, you could drive just north of the Salt Lake airport, at the end of the runway, and watch the big jets take off. I can't remember if we were able to actually park on the road or not. They eventually closed the road. It would be amazing to be able to watch them take off and land from the end of the runway now.

I guess the next best thing is to be on the ground looking up as the fly overhead.

It's funny. I'll bet not many people down below even acknowledged the plane above. It's such an ordinary occurrence, happening dozens of times every day.

Still, it's still a modern miracle, and it was fun to see.