Well, as if my near-death experience on Monument wasn’t enough…
I finished my last blog, just as the flight attendants asked us to stow all electronics. I was kind of excited because I was going to be able to watch the sun rise over the mountains. The colors were beautiful; orange, yellow, red, green and blue painted across the top of black mountains. The flight wasn’t very full and everyone was sleeping for the most part.
I just stared out the window. We were flying right below a ceiling of clouds and everything beneath us was crystal clear. I love how the mountains look like violent waves from that high up. Everything was going great. I had the best view of this new day and I was heading home. After a while, I got my ipad out and starting playing solitaire.
I don’t know how long I was playing before the turbulence started. At first, it wasn’t bad; just small jumps and bumps that were easy to ignore. Then, it escalated. The plane was being bounced up and down and tilting rapidly on each side. For the first time, I felt plane actually moving sideways…not the tilting, but being blow horizontally by the wind. Every muscle in my body was tight. People were gasping and you could hear little moans and groans in every direction. It went on for a good 25 minutes. It was terrible.
When I got off that plane, I puked. That’s never happened. I guess that much adrenaline over a two-day period could have that affect though. Needless to say, I’m so happy to be home. I slept all day yesterday! I know it sounds really dramatic, but I feel like I have a new lease on life now. I’m thankful it will be a while before I fly again and I certainly won’t be standing on any rocks precariously close to a 750ft cliff any time soon.