A couple weeks ago, Desert Boy got to go for his first plane ride with his Grandpa in the two-seater Cub airplane.
He wasn't too sure what to think at first.
But then he relaxed and thought it was cool to look at everything from a different point of view.
This is the pond on the ranch, which is often filled with hundreds of geese and ducks this time of year.
The meadows are full of cows. I'm not sure if Desert Boy realized they were cows or not. After all, they do look quite different from this angle.
Here's part of our little town. It sure looks brown late in the summer--almost all the vegetation is past its peak. The trees provide welcome shade. Many are quite old, with some planted by the first settlers over a hundred years ago.
This is a view of town looking out towards the ranch, where the irrigated meadows make it look a bit greener. The fire hall and school are in the lower left-hand corner.
Desert Boy liked his trip. And every time he sees an airplane, or even a contrail lit up by moonlight, he gets excited and points them out! I think he'll be wanting to go on some more plane trips in the future.
I can't say as I blame him. I'd be wanting to go too!!
ReplyDeleteDesert Boy joins the club! My 1st flight was in a Piper Cub piloted by a teenager. Uncle Buck & his buddy made me sit in the front seat to get the full experience of flying with nothing but trees and water as far as the eye could see. What an experience!
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Sweet! Make sure he gets a logbook and keeps track of all the hours. Might help when he applies for that commercial pilot's position.
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When we flew out west this summer, 3-year-old T's comment was, "there's a map out there!!" as he looked out the window.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lucky boy! I want to go too!
ReplyDeleteMy dad and I flew out from UT in a Cessna a coule of times to go deer hunting. We landed at "Baker International Airport" which is just south of downtown on the west side of the highway. No control tower. Just a wind sock and a metal shed for somebody's airplane (your FIL's??).
ReplyDeleteAnd true story: in 1972 my dad and a pilot flew their F-4 out from Hill AFB in UT to the Snake Valley and buzzed the valley and my grandma's ranch. Biggest excitement there in years. He flew so low I felt like I could reach out and touch the jet.