Last week some girls got together for a little joy ride. In a helicopter. Courtesy of a generous grandpa who was also our pilot, steady and sure. Thrilling, to say the least. Smooth and easy, right over the baseball game, right over my little house where Mr. J and Piglet waved from the front steps. So kind of Stina and Aricka to arrange it, so grand of Doyle to humor us with his shiny blue whirlybird.
Here we are climbing in--a little nervous (will I orphan my babies? will the relief society have to see the piles of dirty laundry I left at home?) but completely excited. Elizabeth and Aricka are on the right, coaching everyone on how to get in, how to get out, and reminding us emphatically to DUCK! DUCK! Why? The propellers bend downward and failure to duck could be disastrous. Now you know, should you ever get to travel Magnum PI style. It's a blast!
There I am in the back, headphones and all, a giddy little dork not knowing what to expect. Maneuvers on a dime, feels a little like gliding, and it was pretty cool to listen to the radio communication between our pilot and the airport--we had to stop for fuel. Even that was interesting. Big fat thanks again to my neighbors and their father-in-law. I loved every minute.
3 comments:
That's awesome - did you get air sick?
not at all, hardly felt any motion at all!
That is so awesome! Riding in a helicopter is something only people on The Bachelorette get to do. ;) ...okay, yes Jeff and I watch the show.
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