For the first time in over three weeks, I spent the night in a hotel. Because Denver International Airport is so far from everything, our hotel was also a bit removed from the city. That being said, it was quite possibly the nicest hotel I have stayed at since becoming an airline employee. It was called the Woolley's Classic Suites and has the vibe of an Embassy Suites, but nicer. There were free appetizers and drinks in the lobby which had a fake stream flowing through it. Breakfast was also free and did not disappoint. I cannot tell you how many times I have attempted to use a hotel's waffle maker and ended up with a plate of batter soup with a few waffle indents.
And look at that room! Spacious and comfortable. The bed was like butter. The bathroom was big enough for a pool table or perhaps a baby grand piano. I sound like I'm being paid off by the hotel company, but it's always nice to have a nice place to stay, especially if it's not close to anything. The following day started with a snag. There were two aircraft swaps before we got to an airplane that we could actually fly. I could have had a second waffle or some more pastries, or slept an extra hour. Alas, I had to wait in the airport with the angry passengers.
Eventually we made it from Denver to Portland, which is now my longest distance flight on record. Fortunately the weather was decent and I was able to enjoy the scenery. Unlike flying in the upper midwest, it is not an endless flat field of white. We flew over Jackson Hole, Idaho Falls, and next to Mount Hood before descending into Portland, where it was sunny and clear. I am under the assumption that this is not common. In the forecast, it will rain five of the next seven days. Luckily, I got to see it on an "off" day. We made a quick return to Denver and then headed over the mountains again to Boise.
