Every once in a while, I'll be overnight in a place and find that there is absolutely nothing to do. Iron Mountain is one such place. When I woke up this morning, I looked out the window to take in my options. There was a Home Depot, a Wal*Mart, and a Dollar Tree. In lieu of not leaving at all, I decided to get a sandwich at Jimmy John's. This was no small task as Iron Mountain doesn't believe in sidewalks or crosswalks. I'm not really sure what Iron Mountain is even known for or why the airline even flies here. All I could rustle up from my research is a fake ski jump in the area.
The flight to Iron Mountain last night didn't even come from Minneapolis. It came from . . . Rhinelander, Wisconsin. Yes, the heavily-trafficked and lucrative Rhinelander-Iron Mountain route. It was over in about 15 minutes. There were four passengers on board. In my logbook, I had to double-check to see if it even counted as a cross-country flight. (It does, but only by 7 nautical miles). We are staying at a Country Inn & Suites which hasn't yet noticed that Christmas is over.But back to my adventures... after running across the busy street to get a sandwich, I walked back to the hotel. I wish I had more to add, but that's about as exciting as it got. Maybe had I gone off the big ski jump while eating the sandwich, I'd have something really juicy for the readers, but I'm afraid not.
Update: here's a picture of the big ski jump as viewed from the busy Iron Mountain airport.
