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Vancouver Transit

作者: Sommy Writes
last update 公開日: 2026-07-18 13:17:14

The geographical transition from the Washington state border to the British Columbia interior was completed in exactly forty-two minutes of flight time.

​I sat in the forward cabin of the Seattle team charter, my laptop positioned on the fold-down tray. The digital flight progress monitor displayed our descent coordinates as we approached the Vancouver runway.

​Altitude: 5,000 feet.

Air Temperature: 42 degrees.

Destination: Vancouver International Airport.

​My fingers remained motionless on the
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