Being on the train is tiring business. At least it means that we’re in Portland again.

Intentionally Unexpected
Apparently if there is any lightening within 5 mi of the airport they won’t let the ramp operators do their job. We are stuck waiting to load a plane until this infernal energy from the miasmic clouds decides to become interested in some other part of this deity-forsaken land.
I’m drinking probably the worst water that I’ve had this trip, and it came out of a soda machine. Go figure!
I think it’s because they need to change their dispenser’s water filter. Back out into the lava heat we go.