Flyover country

I think it's safe to say I live in what's disparagingly referred to as flyover country. Negative connotation aside, it's an apt description. The closest commercial airport is up in Pierre, 100 miles to the north. And that airport is smaller than Juneau's, to provide a bit of comparison.

While taking photos of the sunset one evening soon after arriving in Mission, I saw two planes high in the sky. I hoped the fleeting sun would last long enough for me to see their contrails intersect. And it did.