OK, so I get a lot of grief about all the airport/airplane shots. But this one has a special feature: a hawk or falcon sitting on the taxiway sign overseeing its larger, more metallic relatives. I think it was an auspicious start to the trip.
For all you complainers out there, I will now skip completely past the flight to Minneapolis, some hilarious adventures in the airport there (no airports for you!) and go right to approaching Denver. New airport, new pictures.
After miles and miles (and miles) of flat nothingness across the Western U.S., I began to see some mountains peaking up along the horizon ahead as we began descending toward Denver.
On the ground at Denver International - an airport built with absolutely NO regard for space restrictions - the mountains become even more starkly contrasted against an otherwise featureless terrain.