About two weeks ago, Ryan and I took my mom up in the plane for her first small-aircraft flight. With the days getting shorter in a big hurry, it ended up being primarily an evening flight. The night was crystal clear and chilly; the kind that really signifies fall is drawing to a close. We flew over to the coast of Lake Michigan and back, with a flawless touch and go landing in Muskegon. (In aviation training, the mileage flown doesn’t count unless you land somewhere, and then turn around. They call it a “touch and go.” The things you learn!) I managed to take a few photographs before dark, but spent most of the flight really taking in the scenery. The night skyline over Grand Rapids and Lansing was brilliant. My mom had a great time, snapping lots of pictures. We capped off the evening with a late dinner out to celebrate her successful “first flight.”
As part of our whirlwind Memorial Day weekend, Ryan and I decided to spend the day in Traverse City after the music festival. Half because it’s awesome, and half because it was practical, and a little bit of needing cross-country flight hours for his next rating, Ryan decided to fly. So, we got up early, put the dog in the car, and drove to the airport. I texted my parents that we’d be there mid-morning, and that was that. We flew into the Traverse City airport, my parents picked us up, and we had a magical day. Then in the evening, after a delicious BBQ chicken dinner fitting of Memorial Day, we took off for home. The flight was quick and easy, and Ruby did awesome in the plane – I even caught her looking out the window.