The Friendly Skies

As some of you may know, my dad is a pilot. Growing up, my family was able to travel a lot and I grew to love airplanes and flying. I love to travel, but even more, I love to fly. I get so excited when I hop in the car to head to the airport. I almost dread coming home just because I usually don't know when I'll be able to go back to the airport and get on another plane. There has been a handful of times Jeremy looks at me like I'm crazy because I've told him that traveling and flying is like therapy!

Most people wouldn't agree with my comparing flying to therapy. The airline industry isn't what it used to be. It's hard to find someone who really loves what they do and enjoys serving people when traveling these days. I feel like I'm inconveniencing people whenever I ask for something or need help, even though it's their job! Plus, it always seems like my fellow travelers checked their manners with their luggage.

Well, my Dad called on Friday and said he would be flying into DIA and then repositioning the plane to a smaller airstrip south of the city. He wanted to know if we wanted to come and catch a ride and fly down with him!! I was so excited for three reasons: one, I get to see my Dad; two, I get to fly; and three, I get to fly out of a private terminal on a sweet plane. I didn't really care that the flight would last all of ten minutes. I would be flying!! As for the sweet plane, Dad works for a charter flight company and flies very well-to-do people around, thus, it is a nice plane.

Here we are, enjoying our "therapy."

Thanks, Dad!!