Flying High

We went for a ride in the Barron during R's parents visit, and was it ever cool. PR had offered to take the kids with him when he went to pick up DR, his wife, but being the neurotic dad that I am, wanted to be there if they went up. Call me a nutcase, it’s just how I am.

In light of this, PR offered to take us up for a quick jaunt before his trip, so headed over to the airport and piled into the plane. It’s always fun going to the Lebanon airport because planes are cool, but it’s also fun being the ones who are taking part. We get to walk onto the tarmac and check out the other planes. The kids were thrilled.

The plane is beautiful, and it’s nice flying with PR, who is amazingly conscientious, competent, and confident. It puts my mind at ease. We flew intially south, then headed east according to the plan. The trees are just beginning to change, and it was a beautiful day. Just right.

We flew over a big lake which I mistakenly identified as Lake Fairlee. It was big and beautiful, but fairly developed, and had an impressive ski hill adjacent to it. In retrospect, I believe it was Lake Sunapee, which fits more with our flight plan, and makes sense because Sunapee has a big ski hill.

Whatever be the case, the flight was loads of fun, and such a great experience, I’m glad the kids were able to take a ride on the plane, it’s something special. We didn’t fly long, just a quick sightseeing jaunt, then PR pulled off an incredibly smooth landing. Takeoff and landing were smooth, the ride had some bumps, but overall it was fine.

After landing, PR was scheduled to go up again in a couple of hours, so we had lunch at Panera and then hit a few rounds of golf balls at the driving range, and then did the requisite visit to Fore-U for monster scoops of ice cream. After that, we dropped PR off and headed home.

What a nice day. Until the next time, thanks for reading.