I was surprised at how pretty it is from the air. As we approached Bismarck you could see large stretches of farmland. It looked like a quilt patched in shades of green and brown and spread out under a deep blue sky.
Tomorrow I’m on stage all morning, then off with a group to follow in the footsteps of Lewis and Clark.
I had a three hour layover in the Denver airport, which is about the best place I know to be stuck in for that length of time. Qwest has little desk cubicles set up where you can make yourself at home and get broadband access for $3.95 per half hour. I took advantage of the time to catch up on e-mail.
But that still left time to spare and since I missed a haircut appointment last week I thought I’d take care of that as well. Bad mistake. My ears haven’t been this visible since 1966. I’m hoping that when I wash my hair in the morning that it will expand magically to its former size but I’m not optimistic. The bottom line: never get a haircut in an airport. With a transient clientele, bad barbers survive with impugnity.
As the plane neared Denver, you could see the huge clouds of smoke rising from the fire. 90,000 acres, so far. Lots of damaged lungs down there.
