We arrived at the lot to return our rental car. The manager, the same one we had doused with windshield washer fluid at the beginning of our trip, came out to tell us that we would be better off returning the car at the airport as his shuttle wasn't running yet and he wasn't sure when it would start, which seemed odd, but off we went to the airport.
Going up to the counter to check in, we were informed that, although both our bags were within the weight limit for two people, one was too heavy than the allowable weight of a single bag. We went off to the side to shift contents. It was an awkward moment. I felt the eyes of the people in line judging us and our level of traveling competence.
After a few last minute purchases, tee shirts, hoodies, airline passengers are captive consumers, as I learned while working at a store in O'Hare. We were taxiing towards the runway. We had, during our stay in Portland, searched fruitlessly for a peek at Mt. Hood. Clouds, rain and location had thwarted our efforts. But, as we moved towards the runway, off to the left we saw the snow covered peak out the plane window. As we lifted off into the air we viewed three majestic peaks on the horizon, each dusted with a coating of mid June snow.
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