My dad called us early Sunday morning and asked if we wanted to go flying. I didn’t hesitate and agreed immediately. I didn’t know what I was in for…
My dad and Tom right before take off.
The beautiful view above Three Forks.
This is where the pictures stop…and my stomach get really really angry. We had to turn around after a little while, but we at least got to see Ted Turner’s house. I still don’t feel great, but I’m glad I’m back on the ground.
Who knows I may try again sometime…if they’ll let me. 🙂
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