day sixteen: He spreads the snow like wool: a little breather

Mount Rainier looked like a baked Alaska driving south on I-5 tonight. You could just see the top of it, floating like an orb. I wonder what air travel you could get done if the sky was full of many sliced rocks, moon pie pieces.

And here we are, flying with salt-and-pepper bird suits and matching hat boxes to the capitol of Bohemia. I'll be away for a couple of weeks and will record bits and pieces each day, posting several entries at once when I get back home.