Soaring over the San Juans
Somewhere over the San Juan Islands, Washington, USA - Homeward bound I flew my third and final flight of the day. Some 30 hrs earlier I had boarded a bus in Verbier, then a train in Le Chable, switching a few times before arriving in Geneva - Lac Leman was still and the city was calm. My hostel was sterile and automatic, almost machine like. A fifty franc and twenty minute cab ride at 5 am got me almost the hole shot in the Air France check-in line up, they provided my ski bag.