Chasing the Sun

The computer says its 10:48 PM. I'm flying west, my watch set back two hours, and the sun is still up.

Happy hour lasts a long time when the sun refuses to set. Austin, two bourbons in a bar with a guitar player strumming classic Beatles and blues. Salt Lake City, an incongruous place to get a drink. The final flight, Salt Lake City to Pasco, Jack and Coke.

Sunset is gorgeous. As the plane lands, the sky is lit up with orange sherbet along the skyline. The clouds glow bright fluorescent pink. Shafts of gold streak through along the horizon. Light lingers til well after midnight central time.