Stupid coyote.
Let it be known that one little coyote can scare a plane full of people witless. As we took off, the critter ran in the way of the plane, colliding with the front landing wheel. Naturally, we in the plane didn't notice, but DIA contacted our pilot, letting them know that the landing gear may have suffered some damage from the impact, or at the least, bits of said animal may interfere with the functioning of the gear. As such, we prepped for an emergency landing and evacuation.
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Thankfully, it was all for naught, as the landing was smooth, the travelers were well behaved, and the whole plane cheered the captain and crew for their part in us not being horribly killed. Mom met us at the gate, and we found ourselves quickly exiting the airport...
...only to find ourselves inexplicably drawn to an Ikea. I hadn't been to one before, so finding myself in a brightly colored labyrinth of inexpensive household sundries was surprisingly draining. (No, seriously, it's a FREAKING MAZE!) To our credit, not to mention our carrying capacity, we left only purchasing lunch.
So! Here we are in beautifully wet Astoria, where the humidity is always pretty high, and most of the denizens look like they could use a bath. It's changed a bit, but I grabbed Greg and took a spin in my Dad's Land Rover to familiarize myself with the streets. It's dark, and I can see a large freight ship sitting out on the Columbia River, glowing in the night, casting a reflection on an otherwise invisible body of water. I forgot how beautiful that is.
o_0
Thankfully, it was all for naught, as the landing was smooth, the travelers were well behaved, and the whole plane cheered the captain and crew for their part in us not being horribly killed. Mom met us at the gate, and we found ourselves quickly exiting the airport...
...only to find ourselves inexplicably drawn to an Ikea. I hadn't been to one before, so finding myself in a brightly colored labyrinth of inexpensive household sundries was surprisingly draining. (No, seriously, it's a FREAKING MAZE!) To our credit, not to mention our carrying capacity, we left only purchasing lunch.
So! Here we are in beautifully wet Astoria, where the humidity is always pretty high, and most of the denizens look like they could use a bath. It's changed a bit, but I grabbed Greg and took a spin in my Dad's Land Rover to familiarize myself with the streets. It's dark, and I can see a large freight ship sitting out on the Columbia River, glowing in the night, casting a reflection on an otherwise invisible body of water. I forgot how beautiful that is.