Flying Adventure: Elk River, Idaho
We flew to Elk River, Idaho, as planned. Elk River is up in the mountains, and the air strip is a private, grass strip, not one that an inexperienced pilot would dare to fly into, or out from. Heading into Elk River, around 10:00 am, the air was reasonably calm, but by the time we left again at 2:30 pm, the thermals had picked up, which are up-drafts and down-drafts, and are typical of mid-summer, afternoon weather. What it means that we were kicked about mightily. My husband and I have been flying since we were 22 years old; we've been in a number of scary situations. This was by no means a dangerous one, however I did need to keep reminding myself to breathe, and to unclench my fists.
I happened to be reading (actually, I finished reading, yesterday, another delightful book by Elizabeth Berg): The Last Time I Saw You, about a 40-year high school reunion, which I can definitely relate to, however ... good grief, are we really that old? Elizabeth Berg is about six years older than I am (according to Wickipedia). I felt she didn't quite get my generation right, but close. And I always love her characters, as I do not live an urban, suburban, or even small-town life. I find it totally charming to read about people who do.
Hubby and me standing in front of one of the three falls at Elk River. We were with my son and his wife, their two kids and some friends of their kids.
Later, we flew home and, as planned, had pizza with our daughter, her husband and their three kids, as well as our son and his family.
It turned out, however that the pizza place I'd read about isn't opening until October. So we ate at another local pizzarea, Rocky Mountain Pizza, in Moscow, Idaho.
I feel bad about being in such a bad mood about the mess of re-roofing (and posting about it!), when my husband and son-in-law are up there on the roof, doing all of the backbreaking work. By contrast, I did housework for only seven hours on Saturday, and they're on the roof for 12-hours a day, and probably will continue to be, all of this week. My hubbie is hoping thkey'll finish by the Fourth of July. We had hoped to fly to Astoria, Washington, McCall, Idaho, or possibly even Yellowstone Park over the fourth, but it looks like the re-roofing project will be keeping us closer to home.