I can’t tell you about the whole weekend in one post so I will start with the flight down.
I walk out to the plane and I see it has propellers.
Two great big black props.
I thought they went out when I was a kid.
And I wonder just HOW old is this plane?
I got on the plane and I had a good seat.
Under the wing.
I could make sure the wheel could come down.
And I could watch the props.
I reassured myself that as long as I couldn’t see the propellers, they were turning.
We took off into thick clouds.
I don’t know about you guys but I like to know the pilot can see where he is going.
Instruments might not have been his strongest subject.
And I kept a beady eye on the propeller.
About twenty minutes into the trip we were flying over huge banks of clouds.
And, I decided to take a couple of pics.
As I took the first one I saw something out the corner of my eye.
WAS A PROPELLER
I nearly dropped the camera.
I nearly dropped something else.
But I won’t go into that.
I lowered the camera and looked at the propellers.
I couldn’t see them.
I looked through the camera and there they were.
Someone has explained why this happens.
But I can’t remember the explanation.
Suffice to say it scared the shyte out of me.
Twenty minutes later the pilot suddenly dropped the wing on my side.
And we did a right turn.
And I thought “there is a frigging intersection up here?”
We landed safely but not before we had bounced around like a Kangaroo on Speed.
Apparently this is par for the course in propeller planes.