This week we hosted a group from Manitoba who came to work on projects at the camp. One of the couples flew into the small airport in our town. On a beautiful warm evening, the pilot offered to take a few of us on a ride in his airplane.
When we at arrived at the airport, I was surprised how small the plane was. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I really enjoyed the flight. On a small plane, I realized the awe of flying more so than on the large commercial flights that seem more like riding a bus. The flight over the mountains was amazing to realize how vast the wilderness is. The tree-covered hills roll on and on with pockets of buildings in the hollows.
At one point we swooped over the camp. The unexpected thrill felt like the free fall of a roller coaster.
After about twenty minutes, we landed and watched the second flight, which included our oldest son, take off.
What an awesome experience!