Flying somewhere to do stuff elsewhere. So where is that elsewhere?

The first clue is that we are passing over the Grand Canyon National Park, and if you look closer, you might notice the Colorado River winding its way through this Big Ditch, not that the Colorado plays a role in this adventure.

You won’t glean any hints from this amorphous landscape of our direction or location, but it’s beautiful up here.

Our ever-present travel companions for the past hour or so.

With two-and-a-half hours between flights, we certainly had enough time for a cup of slumgullion from Mo’s Seafood & Chowder at the Portland Airport in Oregon. Slumgullion is clam chowder topped with bay shrimp, in case you weren’t already familiar with this coastal Oregon treat.

This is the peak of Mount St. Helens in Washington, so you can glean that we are still traveling north’ish.

There’s a serious clue in this photo about our ultimate destination, but spelling it out would spoil the fun.

As the sun sets, we are somewhere over either Alberta or Saskatchewan, Canada, heading in the general direction of Hudson Bay. After a bite to eat for dinner, we tried to get some fitful sleep for the next five hours; a baby that had other plans worked hard to ensure we got as little rest as possible while it screeched like a wounded hawk/seal demon hybrid.