With my trusty GPS attached to the window I was following our flight across the country. When we got to about St. Louis the pilot throttled up and began to climb from our 36,000 feet cruising altitude.
As I watched the numbers rise I wondered what it would be when we leveled out. It was what you see in the following picture. Almost 41,000 feet....the max crusing altitude of the newest 737s.
Not too much later we passed over some kick-ass thunder boomers....I've got a video clip I'll add later.
