Return from Camp Andrew

So I survived the trip to Maine in the little plane. Despite my safe arrival back in Jersey, I still hate little planes... Let's recap why you shouldn't fly in a little plane. (I'll keep this to my top 5 reasons, although not necessarily in this order)

#1 - You feel every bump to a far greater degree.

#2 - No bathrooms.

#3 - You NEVER want to see your pilot in blinders! (I get that to keep up the instrument rating, you have to do a certain number of take offs and landings with the hood on so you do the approach just using the instruments...But DAMN! I DO NOT want to see that!)

#4 - It's really scary seeing all the gauges and lights and hearing the plane beep at you.

#5 - It's also really scary seeing the pilot and co-pilot looking out the windows, trying to spot the other airplanes in the vicinity.

But - other than the flying and the fact that apparently I can't eat sugar without getting sick - it was a good trip. The in-laws set up a whole camp for Andrew in their living room. He had his own tent, sleeping bag, cooking supplies and a horse. My father in law actually made it for him. (One of these days, maybe I'll stop being shocked that he's so good at building stuff. The man did build a garage by himself that's larger than my townhouse! But it's totally foreign to me. In my family, we can change light bulbs and sew buttons, but beyond that, we call in professional reinforcements.)

Andrew got to see real horses, lots of dogs and spent tots of time flirting with every girl he saw. He also spent quite a bit of time trying to eat ice cream, but more of it ended up all over him than actually got into his mouth :)

It was nice to get away, blow off work for a couple days. But it's good to be home.