It is a bit like this. Snow angels and piloting your own airplane are things you never are too old to do.

In a few short hours, we fly out of Adelaide en-route to the States. I always get a little uptight when it comes to....about now. I do not even know why. Is it wondering if we will get everything in the bags, which I have not yet even begun to pack? Perhaps it is the reminiscing of the flight I missed in Chicago and as a result had to spend the night on cot stamped American Airlines. Or the maybe all the stories Tony told the dinner guest last night about the flight disasters? He firmly believes that the safest place in an airplane that is crash landing is in the back lavatory. I am not so sure about that. :)

But off we go, getting younger by the minute. We leave at 9 am and after nearly 30 hours arrive at 9:30 pm the same day. You can not beat that.

The bags are calling much louder now...