This came in handy recently, when we were able to go on a brief outing up the coast without forcing everyone to come along with us. You wouldn't think that you'd have to force kids to go on a plane ride, but there it is. They don't like french fries either, for whatever that's worth.
We flew from Long Beach to Santa Barbara, had brunch, and flew back. That's it, basically. But it was so much fun. I love seeing everything from the height of a small plane, and Chris is such a good pilot. The weather was perfect, the company was perfect, the food was perfect. Happy sigh.
|Chris (pilot) and Mr. Cessna|
|Lovely friend Andrea and lovely daughter Audrey (co-passengers)|
|Is it just me, or does Los Angeles not look so intimidating from the|
air? A miniature Lego village only a hop away from Long Beach...
|Santa Barbara. Even from the air it's prettier than L.A. Oh well, I|
don't think L.A. ever tried to claim "Prettiest City" anyhow.
|Peaceful. Happy. Pretty.|
|Ready for some good eats!|
|The food didn't disappoint--was incredible actually--but|
Audrey couldn't bring herself to enjoy it. She had a
|Mustache. Tee-hee. (snort) (melody--->easily entertained)|
|AND...that's me looking all official and plane-y. Andrea and Audrey chilling|
on the flight back.