Air travel can perplex the body a bit but I’m quite willing to contend with minor confusions. The wonder of buckling into my seat with a decent read and then landing hundreds or thousands of miles away within mere hours still thrills me. I suspect it always will.
I rode beside a first time flier a couple of weeks ago. She seemed slightly flustered and breathless upon boarding, but we were midway to Phoenix before I realized it was her very first time in the air. Her lifelong fear had tethered her close to home and confined her explorations to the paved spaces between the solid lines of a highway. Our shared flight was her personal launch toward untapped adventures, and I was as delighted for her as I am when one of my children crests a metaphorical mountain.
Our flight hit some bumps in the last hour but she held tough, chatting about her grandson, her husband seated two rows behind us and her upcoming adventure. The gentleman by the window expressed it best as we landed, telling her it was a privilege to share her first flight with her. And it was…
Charlene from Junction City, Ohio: I hope the Grand Canyon was but the first leg of lifelong travels. Congratulations on taking a step outside of “safe” and allowing yourself to be both surprised and amazed!
*The photo is from this past Thursday – a view of Half Dome from Glacier Point in Yosemite National Park. My recent ten days in California included Newport Beach and the Upper Bay area, La Jolla, San Francisco, Mammoth Mountain and Yosemite. Upcoming highlights include: sea critters of Crystal Cove, waterfall hikes in Yosemite, a 2700-year old sequoia, the colorful streets of Chinatown (and riding the BART) and mountain biking (my first time)!9 Comments