Road, errrr Air-Trip?

I finally succeeded in conning my father into giving me a "ride" over to see the mare.  The Boy is (still) delayed on a job down in Oregon, and after a few whiny comments about what a boring co-pilot Maisy was, Dad finally offered to chauffeur me over to Sequim in a little flying machine. (yesssssssssss).

I haven't flown with him in about a year and he freely admits that he hasn't been practicing as much as he should, but frankly, the idea of cutting a 6 hour round trip drive down to a 90 minute round trip scenic flight is worth the (mostly low) risk of flying with a partially rusty pilot.

(I am however, brushing up on landing procedures, should I suddenly be called on to get us on the ground).

Mostly I'm thrilled I get to go see the pony beast for a few hours, feels like it's been forever and I can't wait to see what she's been up to with her new found skillz under saddle again.

Finally, it's always an extra bonus to have Dad out there. He gets bored quickly, but he still seems to enjoy visiting the barn and seeing what I'm up to.

Dad, doing what he does. and me.. doing what I do?