Scary Experience

I am way too exhausted to write anything other than a short post, tonight. Our return trip to Boston was not a one way flight like the one to LA. I didn’t mind since our layover was in Denver. It was the first time I stepped foot in the Rocky Mountain Capital, and we enjoyed some great food while watching an entire football game. (It was actually the most bearable four hour layover!)

We arrived at Burbank Airport, which looks like a small town mall, and returned the rental car. I snapped a photo of the mountains, which are visible throughout LA. I’m going to get used to seeing those mountains from our future balcony.

     The airport is relatively small so we didn’t have much of a wait. After a filling breakfast at the bar, we headed to the gate. That’s when I was completely caught off guard. We had to walk onto the tarmac and enter the plane from a ramp. The plane was the smallest I have ever seen.

     Thankfully, the flight to Denver was less than two hours. The ascent was rather terrifying, but eventually, we reached the cruising altitude. We never really cruised; small planes tend to give you the complete turbulence experience.

The descent was another story. It felt as if we were on a rollercoaster; one with steep drops every twenty seconds. The process lasted a half hour. I did my best not to heave, while we attempted to lose altitude circling the city. (Standing on the ground never felt so good!)

I honestly hope I never fly in one of those small planes again!

@PeteTeix617