An adventure remembered

MY 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.”

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