That's the altitude at which I am writing as we approach the eastern boarder of Montana. At the moment the ride is like that of an old rusty washing machine on a spin cycle. The turbulence is unsettling but sporadic. Somehow I am dealing with it rather well for me. Although it's never a good sign when the seatbelt light comes on and the pilot tells you to buckle up...which is what just occured.
So far sleep has avoided me but has welcomed Sheryl with open arms. So I will try to snag a few hours of shut-eye before we land and the REAL wild ride begins.
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