Spacey, but not 'Kevin'

Bleh. A ten and a half hour flight doesn't sound too bad, but in truth I feel like I have spend my entire life on that damn plane, watching a small flickery screen updating its position on a map with glacial slowness. Add to that that I was up at 4:30 this morning, and that as I write my body's telling me it's approaching midnight, but my clock tells me it's just mid-afternoon. Ah well. I need now to go and pick up my media pass, then I'll do a little wander, take a few pics, eat something then retire to the Marriott's Sky Bar.

Below a quick snap from the plane, somewhere around the Lava Beds National Monument.

Lave Beds