One minute I was sitting at home bored and the next I was witnessing the sun rise in Phoenix, Arizona. I never know where I'll have to move an airplane to next. Last night I flew the Cessna 340 from Oshkosh all the way to Phoenix with stops in Grand Island, Nebraska and Albuquerque, New Mexico. Suffice to say it was a late night. We arrived in the wee hours of the morning at Sky Harbor International Airport (PHX).
Weather was pretty good the whole way. We were VFR except for a few minutes. We flew past severe storms in Iowa that looked very ominous. Further west we dodged a couple of tiny cells like this one:

After dark we saw distant storms in Colorado and were treated to a nice light show. I happily found out my copilot is as much of a weather guru as I am, so we dimmed the cockpit lights for a while to watch the lightning on the horizon.
On our way to Albuquerque the ground was eerily dark, with almost no civilization out there. The city hid behind a mountain. We had to climb up to 13,000 feet to get over the mountains and then drop down quickly at the last minute in order to make it into Double Eagle II Airport. I could
not believe how warm and
dry it was when we stepped out of the plane, especially considering it was nighttime. I had never experienced anything like that. The airport's elevation is almost 6,000 feet, and with that heat we used a lot of runway to get off the ground.
We flew over another unpopulated chunk of the country into Phoenix, where it was even hotter and just as dry, even in the middle of the night. I have been to Phoenix before but in the winter. It blew my mind. 93 degrees. What was almost as bizarre was trying to figure out what time it was. We forgot that most of Arizona does not observe daylight savings time.
Whatever time it was, it was definitely time to hit the hay. I thought I would have the urge to sleep in this morning, but strangely I was up and awake a couple of hours before I needed to be. I witnessed a beautiful sunrise from my hotel window.

For this trip I would get to take the easy road home by flying on the airlines. After breakfast I took the shuttle van to the airport. Twice I stepped outside and felt the oven-like dry mid-90s. It was such a big change of scenery to see gravelly dirt ground, palm trees, and cacti. It was nice to see things in the daylight.
About 24 hours after my trip started, I was back at home complaining about the humidity and feeling like the trip was such a blur it never happened. I hope someday I can visit longer and say hello to my flight instructor friend out there.