Winging East

Back in Virginia and suddenly realizing the witching hour has passed while I'm happily enjoying a quiet evening. Daughter I. picked me up at the airport, her first solo venture there. She was late but I need not have fretted. W. also made it fine to Tennessee after eleven hours. So all travel has been successfully accomplished. 

I can't remember a take-off from SeaTac Airport that didn't involve a grand view of Mount Rainier, but it was completely socked in. Caught a brief glimpse of the snow-topped Cascades as we winged over.