Flying, Gratitude and Joy

Day 142 – A Year of Gratitude and Joy – Window Seats

... then I spotted the green trees and fields that bordered the Mississippi River as we crossed over Louisiana.

Flying, Gratitude and Joy, Travel

Day 124 – A Year of Gratitude and Joy – Flying is Fun Again

... with the mask mandate being lifted,  perhaps we can come back together as a traveling public, embracing the GOOD that travel brings us.

Flying, Musings, Travel

Night Flights

No conversations pierced the silence. No babies cried.

Flying, Gratitude and Joy, Travel

Day 12 – A Year of Gratitude and Joy – Air Travel

The sheer realization that all the people around me will soon be soaring through the air  -- or just came from there --  reminds me that nowhere is out of reach.

Distractions, Flying, Musings, Travel

The Contrails Are Back!

Contrails, after all, are visual reminders of how easy it is to travel the world and experience new and exciting things.

Flying, Road Trip, Travel

The Sky and Stars Beckon

A moment in history sparks a lifelong passion ... what will come next?

Distractions, Flying, Musings, Road Trip, Trains, Travel

Wanderlust, Moving and A World of Change

A friend from high school recently moved to a new home. It was one of several she’s made in recent years. She and I are very alike that way. In the past eight years I have had six homes. That’s six full-scale, move-everything-you-own-to-a-new-place homes.  Packing and unpacking are routine chores. In fact, we grew up… Continue reading Wanderlust, Moving and A World of Change

Flying, Musings

Night Flight

The moonlit landscape below is magnificent. Snow and mountain make dappled patterns in the moonlight. Desolation all around, except for the occasional ranch or small town sitting in a valley below.

Distractions, Flying, Travel

Flying is His Happy Place

I wake from a quick nap at 37,000 feet and look over at Greg. He’s in his happy place -- the window seat this time. We take turns because we both love looking out the window as we fly.  He doesn’t see me looking at him. He is turned away; his face is pressed against the… Continue reading Flying is His Happy Place

Flying, Musings

Why I Fly

From my earliest days, I wanted to fly. As a youngster, I was fortunate to fly commercially before airliners became nothing more than airborne buses and coats and ties were de rigueur. Flights in Lockheed Electras, Convair 440s, Boeing 707s and DC-8s had me glued to the window as the earth fell away during takeoff.… Continue reading Why I Fly