As a frequent passenger in my husband’s airplane, I can tell you with certainty (at least to my way of thinking) that an airplane works best when the spinner or nose on the propeller minds its own business—not dipping hither and yon out of curiosity. It’s enough to make a person sick.
Big or small, we don’t like it when other people dip their nose into our business. Similarly, other people don’t like it when we dip our nose into their business.
[bctt tweet=”Where has your nose been lately?” username=”@TuesWithLaurie”]
I’ve turned comments off for this post, but if I were available to interact, this week’s internal inventory question would be…
En plein air is a French expression that means in the open air and is usually used to describe the act of painting outdoors.
However, part of our son’s recent visit occurred in plane air as Len piloted us to one of the many adventures we had during his stay.
Aviation headsets allow us to communicate with the airport tower, other planes, and with each other.
Cruising at an altitude of 9,500 feet and a speed of 140 knots in a Cessna 182, the whole family — including Willa — enjoyed a bird’s-eye view as Len flew us over many of Idaho’s gorgeous peaks and valleys.
Willa wears “mutt muffs” for hearing protection.
Much of Idaho’s rugged terrain is threaded by blue ribbons of rivers — many of them tributaries of the mighty Columbia River — whose fresh water eventually makes it to the salty brine of the Pacific Ocean.
What’s your most recent en plein air (in the open air) experience?