This is the dream. An airplane flight, good sized jet, fog, pilots jovial and everyone can see/hear them, flying low due to clouds, winding through mountains, banking around trees and towers, a transition and we are on the ground taxiing, 
or more like driving through streets, up hilly dirt roads, down tree lined passages, the pilots struggle not to clip the wings and each time it looks hopeless they jig the plane enough to squeeze through, inevitably someone is thirsty or hungry and the pilots pull over for a quick stop, the plane impossibly dwarfing the tavern or restaurant, passengers returning with local produce, bottles of french wine, kielbasa on a stick, frosty mugs, the plane loads yet somehow I go from onboard watching the loading to being on the ground trying to catch the departing plane as it wiggles through the tree lined, power pole studded streets, leaves billowing madly in vortexes of jet exhaust
a year or two of the same dream, slight variations on theme but consistent sky/land juxtaposition, and once I got to drive
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In going through a pile of images from our weekend walk in the woods I ran across this and was a bit perplexed. Then I remembered: beaver dam. We came across a beaver dam and den. Off to the side of the den, maybe eight feet away, was a heavily travelled section of snow leading into a hole. Was it a tunnel to the den? Access to the water? Food cache? I set the camera on timer mode (10 seconds) and carefully lowered it into the dark chasm by the wrist strap. *SNAP* Three shots and three angles, but none show more than a hollowed out chamber, stringy with the business end of roots. I was hoping for the glowing eyes of a beaver brood or at the least an intricate tunnel system. It's times like these I want motorized wheels and a remote control for my camera.