Well, we haven’t invaded Greenland yet. So I guess that makes today a good day.
I had a splendid little two-mile walk this morning.
Gratitude
Grateful that I can still enjoy a two-mile walk on a warm winter day.
Kwajalein, Marshall Islands. Stop #2 on my little adventure last month.
Getting off the plane or taking pictures out the window while the plane is on the ground is verboten. They didn’t say anything about taking pictures before the plane landed.
Kwajalein is the 14th-largest coral atoll by area of enclosed water. It comprises 97 islands and islets, with a land area of just 6.3 square miles, surrounding one of the largest lagoons in the world — 839 square miles of water. The average elevation is about six feet above sea level. Kwajalein Island itself has a population of roughly 1,000 people, mostly American military, along with a small number of Marshall Islanders and other nationalities. Everyone requires explicit permission from the U.S. Army to live there.
From Honolulu to Kwajalein, my seatmate was one of the two onboard mechanics. At Kwajalein, he was replaced by a very attractive and slightly dangerous-looking gentleman headed for Manila. He looked exactly like how I imagine Ranger from the Stephanie Plum novels by Janet Evanovich.
Almost all of the Westerners got off the plane here. A few got on, heading west, including Ranger, and another man I would later spend an afternoon with in the Guam airport.
As I said: a flight like no other.