I left Orlando Airport as the sun was rising, and after a mildly embarrassing moment with a TSA officer. I had accidentally left my belt on as I went through the metal detector, so I was shunted off to the side and the officer asked me to remove the belt.

I had to tell him that my shorts would fall down if I removed the belt (one of the pitfalls of a diet), and I had neglected to wear underwear.

He graciously allowed me to use one hand to hold my shorts up. My shorts attempted to escape anyway, as I put the belt back on.

Anyway.

The plane was an Airbus, and very comfortable, which was good as I still get skittish when in a plane. I said "in" a plane; let the daredevils get ON the plane, okay?

The picture above is Salt Lake City Airport; had over an hour to sit there and wait for my connection to over the hills and far away. The pilot, Mister Kamikaze, was a nice enough fellow, but we were admonished to keep him away from any battleships.