There is something very nice about seeing Tacoma from the air during take-offs and landings.
Part of it is the joy of picking out tiny little buildings, but there's also a peacefulness to the scene, too, which primarily comes from the Sound, I think.
I used to fly pretty regularly between Minnesota and Sea-Tac when I was in college and the Sound was always distinctive, even at night, when the land was only defined by the lights and the water by its absence. It's hard not to really appreciate Tacoma and its environs when you see the Olympics, the blue Sound, the trees ... etc etc. On the other hand, even on a crappy day like today when you have to play peek-a-boo with the clouds to get any kind of view I still enjoy flying home. It feels pretty good.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
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I agree, Erik. I always feel like no matter what fabulous locale I may be returning from, Tacoma still kicks ass.
I always know to start paying attention when I see the Tacoma Narrows airport.
I had a similar experience returning to St. Louis a few nights ago. It was nice to see the arch from the air and I was even able to pick out my new residence in the sea of lights. It's strange how quickly this place feels like home.
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