Flying with my flock

I don’t like roller coasters, never have.  I even fainted on the loop at Utah’s premier amusement park, Lagoon, because of the drop.  I was only in 5th grade, and my opinion of roller coasters hasn’t changed much since then.

Flying with my brother is much like a roller coaster ride, just so much more intense. Why do I even get on the plane? 

On our flight he did what he is known to do best, he drove the plane up into the sky, then once we peaked he turned off the engine and we quickly coasted downward, dropping.  My stomach squirmed. Then my hands quickly gripped anything I could get a hold of. It happened to be my brother’s leg. “Ahh, he is the pilot, let go.” I  thought to myself. We plunged until I could taste my dinner and then he pulled the plane back upward. 

What a ride. Who’s next?

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  “I survived the flight and we dropped some serious g’s!” He proclaimed.

 

Yes, one of their cousins was actually in the outhouse while his cousins continued to knock and pound at his door.  Fortunately, he was not trying to get out at all, he was happily sitting on the throne for a solid 10 minutes.

 

Here is the first 5 minutes. Then after 10 minutes, there was a large crowd gathering in search of their lost cousin.

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Our sweet friends, Mimi and John, were able to join us in the fun.

We are grateful for my brother who is an amazing pilot and flight instructor. Flying with Trevor and the cousins was by far one of the most anticipated events of our vacation in Seattle.

That night we literally flew into the sunset.

Though my stomach is still recovering, the kids could not have had a better time. Thanks uncle Trevor!