If you manage to look past the reflection that blocks what I'm trying to take a picture of, you'll see my plane.
What kind of plane is it?
Well, it's a pretty white plane with stripes.

Clouds out the window, over the left wing.

 

More clouds out the window. At no point did a gremlin attack the plane.

If the passengers on the left side of the plane look out the window, they can almost make out part of Quebec. Maybe.

 

I believe the blurry landmass below me at this point is New Brunswick. The pilot didn't make a point of telling us where we were, so I'm mostly guessing.

Despite what my mother thinks, New Brunswick was not my destination.

At this point the plane was low enough that I'm confident in saying I'm above Nova Scotia at this point. And since there are clearly roads among the expanses of trees, I can confidently say Nova Scotia is at least as densely populated as, say, Mars.