Utah: Part One
My head spun and stomache curdled as the plane took a dive to the right, bouncing our seats up and down in a throbbing sort of way. We were preparing for landing. The ride hadn't been so bad until the pilot mentioned over the loud speaker that in about twenty minutes we would be in Salt Lake. It was then that metal contraption we were sitting in began to toss to and fro like a ship at sea. Nausea took over me in one sweeping moment. I had clutched my stomache with one hand, and covered my mouth with the other. I could feel the sweat begin to bead at my forehead, neck and arm pits. It seemed I had just the right amount of food in me that could force itself up my throat and into my dry mouth. And as the plane jarred back and forth, and my insides swelled that is exactly what happened. For the last ten minutes of the freakishly hot and dizzy landing I held my mouth tightly and ...