I aim to spot Mt. Shasta when I fly
from SFO to PDX, or back.
I pick a starboard window north and try,
or portside when we’re on the southern tack.
If clouds permit there’s candy for my eye –
the peak’s alone – sightseeing has no lack.
With runways closed this time, we flew so near,
the viewing was magnificently clear.

(Ottava Rima)