There is a funny video out there about a man who lost his cool on a flight because of a crying baby. On my flight back from eastern Canada, there was a crying six year old, and he just about drove everybody nuts. All I kept thinking was about that man on the video and what he said.
To take my mind off the whining crying kid, I decided to investigate the textures of the mountains over British Columbia. They are ruggedly handsome, and full of delightful peaks, among other wonders.
I'll be honest here, flying in these messed up times is not as exciting as it used to be. There is a tension in the air. So much has changed that I don't know where the next shoe is gonna drop, and hopefully it won't drop while I'm strapped to a sit several miles over the surface of the planet.
I do enjoy feeling the roar of the engines. Their power as the airplane propels forwards and swooosh! one is lifted through the air as if from a rising rollercoaster coming at full speed around a curve. Such awesome power humanity has harnessed, and though I might never escape the gravity well, it is always a privilege to get just a little bit closer to the edge of space.
The mountains over British Columbia are not a single range but comprised of several ranges including the coast mountains on the western portion of the province, Rocky mountains to the east, Hazelton along the north, there is Columbia, Cariboo, Boundary, and so on. This is a tectonically active regions, and these mountain ranges are the results of plates grinding and crashing against each other.
Stunning glaciers, alpine meadows, crystalline lakes, verdant rivers, remote wilderness, stunning sights, and even bear maulings await those who venture across the mountains. From the air, the place looks wonderful but it's the one part of the country that makes me nervous. If the plane was to suffer a malfunction, you might have a good chance on the flat open prairies of Alberta, Manitoba, or Sasketchwan, but up there above the jagged mountains of BC, even if you survive the crash, you'll likely get beat up by a Sasquatch, who as legend has it, packs a mean punch.
But it's all good because if you were to crash at least you wouldn't have to listen to that child that has begun screaming again. Thankfully, the plane begins its descent, and we're now coming in for the landing.
Ah! there's the Fraser! The veins of industry and an important artery in the life histories of all people who heeded the genetic call to migrate and live on these western shores.
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