I felt vastly insignificant. I was more than 30,000 feet in the air and still could see neither the fringe of a continent nor an island speck. Boy Scout instincts inside me started planning survival scenarios in case I was forced to ford this blue desert.
Fortunately my survival training (consisting of a few overnighters in the foothills) was not needed. I enjoyed my flight to Hawaii very much. Had the pacific voyage been taken at night as my last trip to the islands was the empty curve of the earth might not have captivated me so. But the stunning starkness of the blue sky against the dark blue water was amazing to behold even for a pilot who thought he'd seen a lot from the air.
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