disappointment
Saturday rolled around crisp, clear and fabulously sunny. I was stoked to fly...the thrill of adventure made my heart beat faster. We got to the airport and I checked out all the little planes, saw some take off and was itching to get up in the air myself.Soon we were sitting in a little 4-seater Cessna 172 ready to go with our headsets on and seatbelts fastened. We were airborne...what a thrill! As we rose above the ground, the landscape came into view...frozen lakes and piles of snow and barren trees, all remnants of the winter that was passing and spring that was not quite here. I tried to envision color and the landscape in summertime, and hoped for another opportunity to see another season.
I spotted my neighborhood, the hot dog place on the corner looked so insignificant, and the mighty cathedral on my street towered above other buildings, and that was my landmark to find my little brick apartment. Unbelievable! There it was, tiny and just another house-building in the midst of thousands of other houses. But I knew what it looked like from the ground, from the inside, and here I was, far above it, casting a wing-shaped shadow on the place I called home.
But that's when it all began to change. In my frenzy to get a picture (with a camera that didn't want to work), and in my excitement to see my neighborhood, I moved too much and shook up my stomach. Nausea encroached on my much-anticipated adventure, and there was nothing I could do to stem the rising tide. I was overtaken and we had to land at another little airport nearby. I won't give all the sordid details, but I was very upset with my body! Highly disappointed.
I was determined to make the day worth the pain, and so after a little break and attempt to calm my stomach, we flew out to the lakeshore...oh how glorious! The sun cast spectacular reflections upon the water amidst the few high clouds. I was amazed and could have just stared at the sight all day. But the journey was interrupted by recurrent sickness, to my chagrin, every time I too much moved my head to see all I could see.
I got to fly the plane for awhile, which was quite an experience. I would have dared more maneuvers had I felt better, but I just kept it steady.
We headed back inland, and I got a fantastic picture of downtown GR. I prayed the camera would work for this shot, because it had really given me grief and not worked on some of the best shots. God was gracious.
We headed north a bit over the town where my parents live, flew over their house and landed at the airport there. I had had enough by then, but my brother quickly came to the airport for his turn (the bum! haha). I drove back to our starting airport where the plane was heading. My brother didn't get sick at all and even did some maneuvers...no fair!
Overall, it was a beautiful day, perfect day. I did enjoy it, but it was a big disappointment, because of my stomach's objections. And it doesn't deter me from adventure, though as I recovered my equilibrium, I questioned my sense of adventure and determination.
And next time...I'll prepare by taking (non-drowsy) motion sickness pills beforehand.
posted by FaithChristine @ 08:24
1 Comments:
I enjoyed looking at the pictures as you told about your adventure. It made the story come alive. You took good pictures in between using the barf bag!
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