Nine Hours to Portland 

Tags: Sightseeing

At 30,000 feet dirt roads carve giant geoglyphs into the brown scrub, looking like ancient Peruvian figures. Basalt lava flows are evident in the Nevada desert, and the Grand Canyon which appeared outside my right side window seat just a few hours ago, sparkled with the turquoise Colorado River nestled in canyons of purple, red, salmon, and caramel.
 
The impact of millennial and more recent changes on the local landscape is so readily evident from up here. Short of flying into orbit, I can’t imagine a better place to see the far reach of human development, while at the same time the vast spaces that look as if no human has tread there.
 

I’m flying across the country to talk to teachers in the Pacific Northwest about NSTA’s journals, books, and online media. Soon the dry, vast desert will transform into the verdant, wet, asparagus green of Portland, Oregon. Mt. Hood will be out there somewhere, probably shrouded in clouds. The trees and rocks will be foreign to this child of the Eastern Piedmont. Where’s an Earth Science teacher when I need one. Oh, there’s one.  “Hey, I have a question…”

Grand Canyon Pix from Wikipedia

 
Posted by Tyson Brown on 20-Nov-08
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