On ‘Cloud Nine’… Again

There is no top. There are always further heights to reach. -Jascha Heifetz

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We started out the day in Stephenville, Texas to, you guessed it… rain. The storm systems pushing up through the plains states into the midwest have been relentless and slow moving. So much so, that we’ve been traveling south for 2 days to avoid them and hope that they will loose force or just get on with things and move out. Since we seem to have run out of ‘south’, today it was time to head west.

A 3 hour flight was ahead of us from Stephenville to Carlsbad, New Mexico, but again there were storms in between us and our final destination. A quick breakfast at the Hampton Inn was followed by waiting in the lobby with our computers and kindles hoping for another break. We headed for the tarmac around 1 and were in the air shortly thereafter. There was still rough weather ahead, but rw2 was confident we could navigate around the tough stuff.

I have not gotten my wits about me yet to not be airsick every time we fly (and I might never), so a quick dramamine seems to do the trick. However, a dramamine does nothing whatsoever if we crash into the earth due to severe weather! With this in mind, rw2 decided to increase our elevation to fly over the clouds and essentially, the weather.

Now, as I’ve stated before, I have spent plenty of time in a commercial airplane and I am aware of the physics involved. To fly far and efficiently, you must get some room between you and the earth. However, when you are that far up, with a thick fuselage between you and the atmosphere, it seems to make me breath a little easier. Today was an exception to that experience.

Being in a single engine aircraft that would fit into a Boeing 777 multiple times, you get quite a different perspective. At some point, I decided that far up was far up and everything was going to be a tiny dot wether we were at 6,000 ft or somewhere higher. ‘For cryin’ out loud! I’m in an airplane and we’re going to be high in the air!’ I wanted to scream to myself. But in a small plane, none of the 12,500 ft. altitude feels like flying… it feels like space.

With all this said, I am completely confident in rw2′s ability to pilot our Cessna 172 and I would never have agreed to this trip, let alone flying in general if I didn’t have this certainty.

We stood atop Mt. Fuji in Japan at 12,388 ft. with our feet on the ground and felt like we could touch the sky, but today at 12,500 ft. we literally did.

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