My first flight is always the loudest, the most isolated and most beautiful: Over the Rockies.
See the propeller? LOUD.
Nineteen seater means one seat on each side, so no seat companions. Isolated. Can't talk anyway, (LOUD) although I heard one woman shout a conversation with someone in the back of the plane, THE --- WHOLE ---- HOUR---. TG for noise canceling headphones.
See the snow still on the peaks? Last day of May. Early morning. Nice.
I have an hilarious - funny only because I survived it - story of a flight on a 19 seater. If we ever get together in person, remind me to tell you about it.
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