Adventure is a state of mind - and spirit. - Jacqueline Cochran
If there is something you must know about me as a photographer and a person it's this: I'm one half big chicken and one half blood thirsty adventurer. The big pansy chicken part of me (I call it caution) comes in handy due to the fact I married a wild man.
Anywho, life happens. Bills pile up, responsibilities wear you down, motorcycles and mountain bikes get Craigslisted, monotony takes hold. So my husband Josh, he's a pilot. How can I calmly say this? HE FLIES AIRPLANES. IN THE AIR. BY HIMSELF. WITHOUT DYING. Yea, he's been saving his pennies to take us on a little airplane ride.
So yesterday afternoon we go on our first family ride together about 30 air minutes out of Redding over to Trinity Lake, CA. A little airstrip right on the lake surrounded by snow capped mountains. We arrive as the only plane in the airport that afternoon. It was vast, empty and wonderful! Within five minutes a fellow arrives in his car out of no where and asks if we want to hop in and have a tour of the small town nearby. Um, yes! When we left that evening we rocked our wings to him while he stood on his porch overlooking the airstrip.
I forgot my tripod, the sky was hazy with smoke, I have no image stabilization, but I took pictures. And I'm so happy to have these images of a beautiful family outing.
Oh, and the pictures of us under the wing? We are eating dinner. Dinner under the wing is crazy romantic in my opinion. Next up on my bucket list is camping out under the wing. I hear it's been done at this same airport...
I never know who's reading this blog. Just a little shout out for anyone looking for a private pilot. My husband is not too attached to his current flying job. Ahem.
Sunset and Mt Shasta
Who sleeps during landing?
Expansive blue sky!
Quiet in the back seat kiddies!
Smooth landing thanks to a fabulous pilot!
Fly me to the moon baby!