Warsh Tha There Plain

Yesterday I took "The Man" in my life, our two bicycles, and our swimsuits up to Ontario, Oregon to scrub bug carcasses off the Learjet.

Does is get any cuter?

Keith sitting in the Learjet with Destiny and Haleigh, Gary's little girls. (Gary is the other Learjet Pilot.)


Destiny gearing up to ride bikes. (We took our road bikes off the roof rack and rode around the unimproved Ontario tarmac with the girls.)


Haleigh broke into our car, stole Keith's swimming trunks, put them on, then took off her shirt to be a a cuter guy than Keith.

Did she succeed or what? Except for the guy part, of course.

We washed the plane with the not-so-helpful assistance of the girls and inadvertantly washed ourselves and all the other contents of the hangar. The original plan was to ride our road bikes along the Payette river, but it was still too hot and we were too hungry, so we drove home and made delicious salmon salad for dinner and digested in the hammock. About an hour before sunset we mounted upon our high-tech, light-weight racy two-wheeles steeds and pedaled off into the Kuna farmlands. We took a scenic route that I had been eyeing for days but never explored. It turned out to be the most beautiful ride I've ever done around here! Gentle rolling hills, quite canyons, expansive vistas without a car or building in sight, acres of sage and jackrabbits.... The sun set about 9pm and we rolled back onto my gravel driveway shortly thereafter. Watermelon for dessert was better than the icing on the cake.