The girls did such a good job on the way here - Genevieve spared me her usual vomit saturation and Marguerite fell asleep on both flights. I managed to hold my fear of flying and my family dying in a fiery crash to a minimum and enjoyed the view from Anchorage to Homer. The airplane seemed just a smidge bigger than my car.
That's the pilot you can see from our seat:
The loud alarm that came on twice and resulted in some knob turning on his part was an isolated moment of terror. I need to remember to ask my Dad what that was all about - he'll know.
We woke up relatively rested this morning and made it to the new and beautiful playground. Check out the view from the swings:
Here are the three cousins and G:
The extraction of Flora from the swings wasn't pretty, but all of the giggling that lead up to it was worth it!
Here's my handsome brother (Hi Darren! I know you read my blog...) sporting some Smith & Vallee swag:
Marguerite and Aurora proving their worth as skiff girls:
Our day wrapped up with a family feast, perfect head of lettuce from the garden included (that's my Mama).
I'm so happy to be home.
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