Good morning September 11th. Fifteen years ago, I sat right seat in an A340 over the Atlantic Ocean inbound from Frankfurt when aviation took its biggest blow. A cold front had passed through Ontario and the American northeast, giving way to clear skies, northwest winds, a rising barometer, drier air and falling temperatures depicting summer is coming to an end.
A cold front passed through YYZ last night kicking off thunderstorms, but today visibility is unlimited recapitulating nearly the exact same scenario, but just hours out of sync some 15 years ago.
This historic day see me off to San Francisco with that big fat high pressure system and its associated upper ridge spreading fantastic flight conditions.