Flying with the Old Man

My dad took us flying when we were in Boise for Matt's farewell. It was amazing. My dad has had his pilot's license for a few months, but you'd think he'd been flying all his life. Ever since I can remember, my dad has been talking about how he's wanted to learn how to fly. I'm so proud of him for living his dream! We flew from Boise to a little airport about 50 miles away in Weiser, Idaho. On the way back to Boise, I TOOK OFF FROM THE WEISER AIRPORT! Yes, I did... but... not very well, apparently. If my dad hadn't corrected my mistake (I pulled back too far and we nearly went vertical- oops), we would have stalled and died. Meh. It would have been so worth it. I had never seen Idaho from the sky like that. It was truly beautiful.