The Family of 'Passengers of the Week'

This trip sponsored by Dramamine. Because you never know when this blogger will get the random case of nauseousness because of former Air Force pilot flying techniques.

And Pepto. Because sitting for long hours can cramp the digestive tract. Stuck on an airline is the last place I'd want an upset stomach, nausea, heartburn, diarrhea, or indigestion

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Goodbye Norfolk. Not a teary farewell at all. Let's just get in the air. I need sleep.

Sunrise out the window during one of my conscious moments. Rare, yes.

So story time....

After landing in Sacramento and transferring over to the old terminal that was reminiscent of Long Beach (i.e. gheeeeetttto), I jumped my last flight to Portland. The motherland. All things right. The Northwest. The beacon of rain, Columbia jackets, ice storms, and great beer.

Anyways, so I'm on a Horizon/Alaska Air flight. For those who don't know...this is the greatest airline ever. No bag fees. And freeeeeeeeee beer/wine on flights. Yes, free. No price. Full pours. Flying with a buzz, greatest feeling ever.

As Marie Claire (otherwise known as the Best Flight Attendant) came through the cabin offering to top off people's beverages, she gets to me.

"Ma'am, more Widmer Okto?"

"Yes, please. I live on the East Coast, so this is a special treat to get such great beer."

Then the world stops spinning, after she tops off my beverage. You won't believe it.

She plops down a full 20 oz. in the seat next to me. "Have a nice trip." Seriously?

And who's excited for my ass to be back in town?? You know it. Baby Sister.

Greatest state ever. Well, maybe behind Alaska (although I haven't been there yet). Not counting Sarah Palin. Ugh. But yes, welcome to the wildnerness. The mecca of outdoorsness (okay, behind Montana). But still, a pretty awesome state. I'm partial. Very.

And for Middle Sister, her favorite kind of vehicle stickers. The Stick Family!!

And what's Oregon without real cheese. You'd think being in Virginia would provide ample amounts of Wisconsin cheese. Fail. Not really. There's Vermont. And it's very lackluster. It's generic, at best. This is heaven. Via cow product.

Let's finish off this blog post with a little car singing from the Baby Sister. Enjoy.

Mom, Dad, pay no attention to the lyrics. Hay, love it. Trac, you're next. Cheers!