Flying Adventure

So, I needed to fly to Denver this morning for a recurrent training for deicing. Our flight up was uneventful and my class went well. The return trip not so much. I boarded the airplane to return home, and we took off just fine. During our flight a passenger noticed liquid flowing on the wing of the airplane. He goes up and mentions it to the captain. The captain asks a fellow captain, who was flying in to over night in Alamosa to fly out the next morning, to take a look at the leak. She confirms the leak, but said it wasn’t that bad. Our flight continues on to Alamosa, but a few minutes later we begin a slow circle to return back to Denver. Upon landing back in Denver, we had a fire crew waiting for us. They followed us in as we were taxing back to the gate. Just as a precaution. It was funny the extra crew, a coworker, and myself were all taking pictures of the fire crew. Apparently while all this was going on in the air our Alamosa airport lost power, so even if we didn’t have a fuel leak we most likely would have had to return to Denver anyway.

Do any you have crazy flying stories?

Creede Mines

As part of our Saturday Afternoon Drive we went and visited the town of Creede, CO. It is known as a mining town, with apparently still a lot of Silver still in the mines. They had to shut down the mines because the price of Silver was so low the company wasn’t making a profit. They are hoping the price of Silver rises up again so they can reopen. Miners at the time the mine closed were making between $100,000 to $130,000 a year. I would consider a career change for that much money a year. This small Colorado town was used to film parts of the new Lone Ranger Movie with Johnny Depp and Armie Hammer. The mine scenes from the movie were shot in this little town. The town is a fun place to visit. So if you ever get the chance you should come and check it out.

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The Most Epic Parenting Win

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Every once in a while, when my natural inclination toward cynicism and general snarkiness begins to dominate my overall view of the world, I must force myself to remember that not all people are vapid douchebags in dire need of a hearty shin-kick.

To do this, I would simply call to mind my friends, my family, and the things that I liked. But I witnessed a scene a few years ago, when my soon-to-be preschoolers were still chubby, drooling, adorable poop machines, a scene so incredibly wonderful that replaying it in my head is all I need to hit the reset button on my shitty perspective.

It was at a Target. As I entered, a child with Down’s Syndrome was standing in line with his parents as they loaded their bags in to the cart. To my left was a woman, very clearly upper class, pretty, well-dressed, perfect hair and…

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