An adventure remembered

[M]Y FIRST SOLO flight was an adventure, and it started before I took to the sky.

It started when I quit my job.

I didn’t know then how long it’d be before I had another one, but I was ready to get away.

I hopped on a plane for the first leg of a trip to meet my parents in South Dakota.

It was pouring when I landed in Rapid City, but the adventure had begun.

We stayed in an Airbnb owned by two adventurers.

They happened to be husband and wife and two of the highlights of my trip to the Mount Rushmore State.

From the archives on July 19, 2017, here’s a story about best friends.


This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is, “adventure.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s