Yesterday I took a field trip down to one of our wineries three hours south. Instead of piling into my car, we were able to take one of our company planes down making the trip into a 45 minute rendezevous. It makes life so simpler. I wish everyone could just take planes everywhere, we could get places so much faster.
It is when I am up in a private plane flying above San Francisco that I think how lucky I am to be doing what I am doing. Then I land, the wind is blowing 65 mph, dust tornadoes are everywhere with dirt flying into my mouth I decide that maybe my job is a bit over rated. I grew up out in the country and have no fear of getting down and dirty (yeah, we even raised pigs). However, when I have gritty teeth and a headache from hurricane force winds I just want to say "peace out" and throw in the towel. Maybe it was because I was somewhat nautious from the bumpy plane ride, or maybe because I was just in a fowl mood yesterday. I don't know, I am still cranky thinking about it.