Takeoff

There is something you should know...I hate to fly. HATE. When I was a kid the thrill of take off and landing was the best part of the flight for me. Now, it's a terror filled lump in my throat while I hold my breath and grip the nearest seat back, arm rest or, in some cases the poor person next to me. (Sorry Sir!)

BUT, I got on that plane and once we were in the air I was fine! I'm sure the two large margaritas I had  just before my flight helped a little too! (Thank you M!)  A few hours of sleep and a quick second flight that barely took off before we landed and here I am! "Hello Minnesota!"

The view from 30,000 feet above Colorado