|You can't tell I'm twitching hard, can you?|
To which I responded, "I think it's best that one of us is still alive to take care of the kids." And other things along those lines.
But I thought he was talking about a sea plane ("bi" standing for ability to land on ground or water, naturally), and I figured that if all went terribly, well, they'd just land in one of the lakes and we'd be fine.
Which I told Nick on the way there and he was all, um, no, not so much.
But Phil was very reassuring, and he promised not to do any flips. So, there we were.
Since the wings are covered in cloth, you have to get on in a very specific place, and in a particular way. Lest you step through the wing.
It was spec. tac. u. lar. It was actually quite relaxing, oddly enough. And the view was extraordinary.
I didn't take a lot of land photos because the wind was really strong and I was afraid of dropping my phone and killing some poor soul below. Which, you know, would be bad.
But the experience was tremendous.
Alas, he couldn't with two passengers.