High flyer

I am a geek for most things aeronautical and have been for as long as I can remember. Dad was a C-47 pilot during WWII, which is probably a large part of the reason why I am this way. When a plane goes overhead it is almost impossible to not stop whatever I am doing and look up, trying to identify the plane and speculating on where it came from, where it is going.

I live about an hour from Detroit so there is a fair amount of midlevel and high altitude traffic in my neck of the woods. This plane – 767, perhaps an A330 – angled southwest. Coming from Europe, possibly west Asia, heading to – Chicago? DFW? Memphis? Who can say, though my speculation continued.

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Holiday

Faye and I recently returned from  a week-plus holiday in the US, a reunion with my siblings. Here are a few photos from our trip. It is my policy to not photos of people who have not given permission so no photos of my family.

A side view of our home base, a wonderful 1800s farm house which featured four bedrooms, two and 1/2 baths, two separate living areas, a huge kitchen/living area.

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This drumlin across the road beckoned to Faye so she took a walk.

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A walk in the woods.

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This is a view from the upper deck of my brother’s house. It was a serene as it looks.

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People across the road bought a colt and it arrived during our stay. It is a Friesian-American Paint cross.

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Meeting the resident Thoroughbred (or was it a Quarter Horse?) for the first time.

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Relaxing with a good book.

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More to come.

Home base

This farm house was our base during last week’s holiday. It features four bedrooms plus a bunk room which could accomodate nine, two and one half baths, two separate living rooms, a formal dining room, and a very comfortable kitchen with adjoining living area. It was a marvellous place to relax, sleep, prepare meals, and share time.

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