I Don't Want to Think About It Too Much

Unless it's in my dreams, I don't like flying.  I get hot and sweaty and anxious and my husband gets small bruises on his arm in the shape of frightened fingertips.

So I found it very challenging to scrunch onto this small sardine can of a plane on a recent trip to Tofino, BC.  It didn't help that the co-pilot looked 15.  After a bit of meditation on the 45 minute flight, I was feeling OK until I looked out the 'windshield' of the front of the plane and saw our sideways approach to the runway.  My reaction is in the 3rd photo.