Escaping Japan

When I returned to Calgary the snow was ankle deep and being blown along by frigid arctic winds. I immediately regretted my decision to come home.

Calgary to Osaka

When the plane left the ground it became apparent that the clouds above us were in fact not merely clouds but some kind of ether with the consistency of bad soup, the windows streamed with a sudden accumulation of precipitation and the engines whined loudly as our small craft slowly rose through the brick like mass of fog alight with iridescent blues and purples.

Fell out of a plane today

So a few weeks ago I realized that while I have been in countless aircraft I had yet to leap from one just to see what it felt like to punch through a cloud like a meteorite.  So I looked online and found a place called big sky  Now I foolishly assumed they were in...