Leaving on a Jet Plane, Part II

Here are couple of more pictures :

The queen couldn't be interested less in aircraft, and wished us a bon voyage when we went out to the airport. Turns out she and Brittany were making brownies and pumpkin muffins while the guys were off doing 'guy stuff'.

I can't say who the pilot is or what he is doing here, but just put it this way : think of anyone famous you have ever heard of in the last 20 years, and he has probably been their pilot.

Yep. Him too. Uh huh. Him too. Yes, her many times. Them, too.

So we have been killing him with kindness at the Thai Inn, so he invited me out to give it a tour. If you think the outside is something, you should have seen the inside. Wish I could have taken pictures.

UPDATE : They are gone. What a beautiful, picture perfect take-off. Now I can post something that shows mere mortals are not cut out to pilot these things :

Piece of cake.

Don't forget : there are even more knobs, dials and switches above that didn't make it into the picture.

Beware Low Flying Toyotas

Donna and I decided to take a walk after a break in the rain. As much drought exists in Iowa, that is how much rain we have received since we arrived in Dillingham. People around these parts don't seem to pay it too much heed; really, I don't see much difference between a sunny day and a rainy day as far as people milling about goes. 

So we set out on our walk, and Donna is terrified we are going to be mauled by a bear. Now keep in mind this is not an entirely unreasonable fear. We are walking along and keeping our eyes peeled when I hear an approaching car. Donna tells me that it is an airplane, which seem to outnumber the cars around here. 

"No, dear, it's a car."

"No, it's an airplane."

Well, whatever it is the reality is it will come over the hill in front of us about… now. 

I turn to see Donna looking towards the heavens, while I whip back around to observe a cream colored Toyota pickup come over the hill, tires planted firmly on the ground. I pull the wife back from the road a few feet, and double over in laughter.

"You have to watch out for those low-flying Toyotas, dear."

"Oh, shut up."

Surprisingly, the weather became much colder in the following minutes. Or it may have just been me. Probably me.