… an airplane ride! Yes, the airplane is back from the dead, back from Oregon, and Bo is back too. We flew east of Denver, out to the plains, checked out the small airports at Platte Valley and Fort Morgan. The plains are not as exciting scenery as the mountains might be, but I did not want that kind of excitement today. Besides, the plains are nice to see from the air, because you can really get a good idea of where the river is meandering (and where it used to be), where the little erosion canyons start and end, and how many farms, feed lots, and oil rigs are out there. And then when you turn around to head for the home airport, the wall of mountains are there with the glow of the setting sun behind them.