Currently boarding...

Arizona in February!!!

So many people would not get this, traveling alone is done by 1000's of people everyday but for me, flying is terrifying.  I didn't fly for the first time until I was over 30 years old, that first flight involved the pilot coming over the intercom announcing that the conditions for landing were less than ideal, the runway was under construction and the cross winds were strong, he was going to attempt to land but if at any point it became too dangerous he would abort the landing and we would fly to Las Vegas.  Well, I became a little concerned but not too bad as we descended into Reno, the plane dropped so fast that I got that funny feeling in my stomach, (you know like on a roller coaster)  the plane tipped over a little and then bam, we were on the runway-slam on the brakes, everything under the seats flys forward and then we stop.  Everyone on the plane begins to clap...Hmm, I ask Bill, "do people always clap when the plane lands?"  As we all know the answer to that was a big NO!  So taking into consideration that I must hold a hand on take off and landings the thought of doing this by myself was pretty scary. I had decided I wanted to fly to see my Aunt Bette and my cousin Sue in Phoenix, ticket bought, plans made, anxiety set in.   As I was waiting to board on this solo flight I thought maybe I would sit next to a nice grandma type who would sweet talk me into calmness or perhaps a smart looking business man who would beguile me with his charms and I wouldn't even remember where I was.  As it turns out I sat next to a very nice professional women who started up a conversation about my Kindle and that was the beginning of a wonderful conversation the entire way to Phoenix. Turns out she is an author-http://www.amazon.com/Sierra-Modro/e/B005JSNMPS/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1, anyway we had a great flight and I didn't even realize how much time had passed when the pilot came over the intercom to tell us we would be landing in just a short while.  No deaths, no need to use the oxygen mask...I had a great visit with my aunt and cousin, we picked grapefruit and visited over coffee every morning.  I went on a long hike and took a walk with Aunt Bette-it was a great time!  The flight back was uneventful-still no need for oxygen masks or instructions to put my head between my legs and brace for impact-it's almost time to buy my ticket for my spring trip to Phoenix again!

My Aunt Bette in her backyard!

 

A view from the hill I climbed!