A couple weeks ago, on a very splendid, sun-drenched day, one of my co-workers said, "Dude, let's go do lunch". He just happens to be a pilot. So for lunch, we took off from the Ogden, UT airport and headed north over Willard Bay, over Brigham City, and up and over the mountains to Mantua and Lake Mantua, then headed back. Just a quick jaunt around the block, but it was a blast! It was the first time I'd ever been in a small plane. We climbed really steep at one point and then the pilot basically cut the power- we all came up out of our seats as we descended in minus gravity- what a rush!
You know, one thing I thought I could never have the guts to do is jump out of a perfectly good plane- but this day, this very splendid sun-drenched day, I probably could have (with a 'shute of course).
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
Pink Floyd
