Yesterday my wife mentioned that part of the inflight ritual, when you are traveling on an instrument flight plan or getting "flight following" from controllers, is hearing and acknowledging the right altimeter setting as you move from one airspace sector to the next. "Standard" pressure is defined as a reading of 29.92 -- or "two niner niner two," as you would hear it on the radio. Let's skip the details of what that refers to. In the simplest practical terms, the lower the number, the cloudier and wetter the weather is likely to be around you. The higher the number, the clearer and drier -- because you are in a high-pressure system, in which colder, drier, clearer air is pushing down from the upper altitudes, increasing the atmospheric pressure beneath it and moving clouds and everything else out of its way.
That's why when you see a giant H (for high-pressure) on a weather map, like the one above, you expect clear skies, and winds that follow a clockwise rotation around its periphery. Obviously there's much more to say on these themes, but for now the point is that there was a great big H in the northeast today; it led to an altimeter setting of 30.46 on our takeoff and at most points along the route, which is far from a record but is higher than I usually see; and it created vista-to-the-horizon conditions as we were traveling from the DC area back to northern Vermont. A few samples -- which are snapshottish because of they were taken through the glare-prone plastic windows of the plane, but which give you an idea of what it looks like as you swim through the air on this kind of trip.
How September farmland looks, just two minutes after take-off not far north of DC. The blue line in the distance is the Chesapeake.
I've mentioned before that three parts of the American landscape are way more evident on small plane flights than from ground-level: quarries, prisons, and (through the past decade) windmills and wind turbines. Two out of three isn't too bad for one picture, from northeastern Pennsylvania this afternoon. In the foreground, a maximum-security men's prison. On the ridge line behind it, wind turbines. We had passed a couple of quarries a minute earlier.
American industrial/design history on display: looking along a ridge in the coal country outside Scranton and Wilkes-Barre, with the coal face on the right and the town built along on the ridge top.
American splendor: east shore of Lake Champlain south of Burlington.
American higher ed: a view toward UVM, the University of Vermont, in Burlington. You see part of the leading edge of the plane's right wing. My wife was taking pictures from her side of the plane, while I was lining up to land.
No larger moral, except to give a small sample of how different even such familiar territory as the Northeastern-corridor states can look from a few thousand feet up.
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