Last Saturday I did something I never thought I would do— I’m not much of a risk-taker. While we were visiting our son Marty and his family in Maryville, Tennessee, he took me up in his little light-weight two-seater aircraft! I loved it!
I wouldn’t have even considered it with anyone else as the pilot. But I know how safety-conscious our son is and how meticulous he is with all the preflight details. He also has a calm, reassuring demeanor—which has served him well as a paramedic—and he was able to communicate with me every step of the way.
The view from above was beautiful! During our early morning flight, the air currents weren’t too turbulent, so Marty took me on a long ride over the French Broad River. The rolling countryside with its tiny homes, green fields, miniature cows, picturesque churches and tombstone-dotted cemeteries looked like a diorama spread across the foothills of the Smokies.
Robin went up the weekend before when we were visiting them, and I watched the take-off and landing. It looked like such fun! So this past weekend, when we came back through to spend several more nights, I decided I’d do it too. I am so glad I did!