I can just see the wonder and excitement in Josh's eyes in this picture. He was like a little kid in a candy shop. I was so proud of him. I love flying with him when he's the pilot.
So, we jumped into the airplane from the water because we weren't near a dock and I caught a shot of the guys steering in the bare feet. I love it.
Here's Josh talking to the pilot, Mark Futch, about the ins-and-outs of flying a float plane. Lots of pilot talk. I was too busy taking pictures.
Mark picked us up while we were on Useppa Island, where Josh's paternal grandparents have a house, so I was able to get an aerial view of some of the coast on the island.
Several of Josh's family members have houses in Florida (just not all in the same locations) but we happened to fly over Warren and Ellen's house in Punta Gorda! They have like a mini-Raccoon Ranch complete with awesome house, sunflower patch, dove hunting field, and gardens. I had taken a brief day trip with them to see their place, so it was pretty cool to see it from the air the following day.
Warren and Ellen at their place the day before!
Oh. And I forgot to mention the cows on their property! I guess they help the taxes. This is loud-mouthed Bridget, so lovingly named by Ellen and Warren's twins. I kind of felt like Pioneer Woman, taking a picture of cows and all. Floridian cows.
Passenger. Otherwise known as backseat driver. Although, in this case, I really can have very little input, since I know nothing about flying an airplane. I did think about our living will once (or twice) for a split second, and then I chastised myself for letting that cross my mind.
I was slightly freaked out right before we landed the plane on a grassy air strip. I've never experienced it before, so I was trying to picture what the landing gear looked like as it landed.....it's two wheels in the front, two in the back. It was a perfect landing. Smooth and sweet.
You know, when Josh and I first met each other again (we've known each other since we were both 13), he was a flight instructor out at Spirit of Saint Louis airport. I've been up with him in small airplanes a few times, but not since we've had our kiddos. I've flown in airplanes where he wasn't the pilot probably a hundred times and I am really glad that he didn't pursue being a pilot for a living. Not because I would be nervous for his life (flying is safer than driving any day) but because I know how much he loves flying and I think that making a vocation of it would have drowned out his love for it. I love seeing my husband do something that fills him up as much as flying does. I am so so proud of this guy. To steal a line from Charlie & Lola, he's my favorite and my best.