Holiday Travels

I've always wanted to fly myself and a few others to a holiday gathering with my family.  I envision landing on a frosty field and stepping out of the plane to meet my family at the airport.  It's part of the thrill of being a pilot and a perk of being able to travel so conveniently.  The adventure, the excitement; it's all part of how I've always imagined traveling as a pilot would be.

Then, reality hits.  I realize that I live in middle Georgia where snow and ice are foreign concepts.  Reality sinks in even further when I remember that my family all live within fifty miles of me and have stubbornly refused to move anywhere interesting I've suggested.  Sure, I love 'em and it makes for a nice convenient holiday, but it leaves me with no reason to fly anywhere; not that I've ever needed a reason.

I guess I'll just have to fly myself somewhere Christmasy and back the week before Christmas.  I have a few things I could fly to in order to cover them for Examiner.  I'll probably go to meet Santa at the Candler Field Museum; that'd be fun.  Doing circuits with Santa is an experience you can share with the family for years.