Carrier Pigeon Express, part 2

Now that I have everybody, well both of you, waiting with baited breath, here is the exciting conclusion to what it's like to fly cross country via Cessna. Drum roll please.... snooze.

Oh what? Where was I? I must have drifted off. No wonder, because the only thing I can say about the flight was that it was incredibly, almost unbearably, BORING. It was smoother than a car ride, a constant 62 degrees, and the nice drone of the (single!) engine and possibly a prophylactic dose of Benedryl that I will neither confirm nor deny, and it adds up to perfect sleeping conditions. Plus at 10,000 feet in an unpressurized cabin you get just a little light headed. I have never fought so hard to stay awake in my life. Don't get me wrong, if I am going to plunge 2 miles straight down to a fiery death, I'd just as soon be asleep. However, I would also rather NOT plunge to my death because the PILOT fell asleep. So I felt the need to stay awake and keep him company. (and awake!)

So I tried valiantly NOT to sleep while the kids snored in the back seat. We landed, refueled, and repeated. 6 hours of nothing but fighting not to sleep. No bumps, no sudden free fall, leave your gut on the ceiling and lunch on the window, drops. No moments of praying to live just a bit longer. No last minute negotiations about being a better person. Nada. Zip. Ziltcho. And that was how we flew across country in a single engine Cessna.

Cheap, convenient, close parking, no airport security buffoons, and no waiting. Just sit back and voila! Thank you for flying AirChad. Honey, when you read this, I REALLY think you need to get your pilot license. Just think, no more dodging traffic (They actually PAY people to make sure everybody stays out of your way!) and you can go 120 mph (well it might actually be knots, but still pretty darn fast!) and I won't be gripping the hand rest thinking happy thoughts with my teeth clenched and eyes scrunched shut. Well, I might still be in that position--- it's hard to break a 10 year old habit!

BTW if you want to write a defense you're gonna have to get your own blog. Here in Nancyland, all the readers (both of you!) will just have to trust me that your driving is, ahem, scary. Not that I don't appreciate it, 'cause even scary driving is better than driving myself, but that doesn't make it any less scary!

Where was I? Oh right, so we flew to MN, landed in Cambridge and thus began our two week Nana and Pop invasion.