Sunset lasts a long time on a westbound flights. Granted, the Airbus is no SR-71 Blackbird
— we’re not going to see the sun rise in the west. But, even at our leisurely mach .74 economy cruise speed, the sunset can stretch to two hours. Last week while flying from Fort Lauderdale to San Francisco we found ourselves staring into the late afternoon sun as we climbed out over the Everglades.

The air was clear as we flew over the Mississippi Delta. I’ve been trying to get a shot of the Delta for a long time. As you can imagine, the gulf coast is usually hidden under a layer of haze and billowing thunderheads. Mid January provides the best odds for seeing the entire Delta in all its glory.
“The Mississippi Delta was shining like a National Guitar…” Sometimes when I am bored on a long transcon I’ll get a song stuck in my head for several hundred miles. All it took was a glance at the Delta and Paul Simon’s “Graceland
” lodged itself in my brain.
I kinda like Paul Simon these days. What’s happened to me?

Here we are steaming towards the west. We’re now over the alligator infested coastal swampland near the Texas/Louisiana border.
I want to patent my visor-obscured-sun photo trick. As soon as they see this every pilot is gonna post a rip off photo on his facebook profile. (Hey thief, if you”re not giving me photo credit at least do me this small favor: the next time you make an online purchase use one of my amazon affiliate links. Thanks.)

So now we’re over Austin, Texas. The sun is down but a little glow remains in the sky. Beyond Austin west Texas looks like a boundless black void. Three more hours to go.
“There’s a girl in Austin Texas who calls herself the human trampoline…“ Oh no, Graceland is back in my head — only this time it’s the Willie Nelson cover. What a dirty trick to play on this aviator. Willie Nelson changes the lyric from “New York City” to “Austin Texas”. That makes two hooks for this song in one leg! My poor first officer has to listen to me hum Graceland all the way to Albuquerque.