Heading Southward

Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same.
The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
as the children of the sun began to awake.
- Going to California
Led Zeppelin

Thursday morning I scraped the frost off of my back windshield (which is a rather odd thing to do here in Seattle in March) and drove to to the airport.

The plane headed south, my window seat facing east. It was cloud cover for awhile. As soon as the clouds started to dissapear, I could see a river. No wait, two rivers. "Wow," I thought, "that one river sure has a lot of bridges over it." Oh wait - that would be my hometown of Portland, Oregon! The clouds ended at the Columbia River - the Washington/Oregon border. Apparently OR had ordered different weather than WA for the day. Never saw any clouds the rest of the flight.

I had never seen Portland from that high up, since I've never flown over it on my way to somewhere else. It's always been a flight in or out from there, never just flying over.

The views were great from then on. I saw Mt. Hood and the Three Sisters and...

It's time to play Name That Mountain!

Hint: This mountain was just south Three Sisters.

I actually don't know what mountain this is but I have a very very good guess.