Very early Saturday morning the Funny Grandson, his dad and I were down at the beach. Uncle Will had been burning driftwood, the FG hauling brush, and Ben and I drinking coffee.

And then…the neighbor started up his sea plane.

“Wave to Chris,” I said, doing so myself. And a minute later longtime pilot Chris puttered past us, his head out the window, waving back.

“Would John like—-” was all he managed to call when the FG yelled, “YES!!!!”

The plane pulled up to the beach before the FG’s father and I had time to think about it. The Funny Grandson raced to the plane as if trying to fly into the sky before anyone could say, “no”.

He spent at least twenty minutes flying above the lake, the Clark Fork delta, even his grandfather’s mountain cabin. He took pictures and videos and this selfie:

Once he was back on solid ground he confided, “I was a little scared, but it was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life!!!!!!”

Adventures are like that, kid.