I was feeling a little blue. Squirrels in the birdfeeder. The phone rang. My friend Jon Gawler said, well, I’m taking up the single engine plane, why don’t you come over and we’ll fly around a little. I went over to their farm, and he was already in the cockpit, the propellor spinning around. I got in and off we went.
There we were, 2000 feet above the Maine forests. Followed the Sandy River toward Madison, then south along the Kennebec, and back to Belgrade. I had a great big goofy smile on my face. I guess this is what they mean by “getting a little perspective.”
Landed. Jon’s wife Ellen (and Zach’s fiddle teacher), was in her garden. She showed me the asparagus and the potatoes and the chard. Gave me some onions.
Now I am home again, preparing to vanquish the squirrels.
Above: Macintyre Pond, in the Kennebec Highlands, as seen from the plane.