We spent another lovely evening at the San Carlos airstrip. I love that place. It's peaceful to watch the small planes come and go. And the fact that our boys are riveted for 30 minutes makes it that much more peaceful. :)
We park and enter through the West Valley Flying club, for any of you locals who might like to try it. They are always very welcoming, and today we saw more than 30 planes take off or land.
As we walked in and saw the parked planes, I waited for Chase's first little high-pitched "Ah!" accompanied by a pointing finger. I didn't have to wait more than five seconds. And the little ah-s continued the entire time, with the sighting of each new plane. I cherish that sound.
Did you know my dad owned and flew a small plane when my family lived in Colorado? He sold it right before I was born and used the money to buy the house I grew up in. At least, that's what I've thought since I was a kid. (Am I right, Mom?)
Anyway, this was one Sunday afternoon well spent.