Never Say Never ...

I'm a nervous flyer. I cringe every time there's the least bit of turbulence or an unexpected sound, usually searching for a flight attendant to make sure I don't see any concern on his or her face. Since that's how I feel on large jets, I've always said that there is NO WAY I'm ever going to travel on a plane any smaller than one that, say, Southwest Airlines flies.

But now Bob is working on the island of St. Thomas. And it's the holiday season. And the company he's working with has a large office on St. Croix. And the company hosts 2 holiday parties, one on each of the big islands (employees on St. John take the ferry over to St. Thomas for the party here.) Bob's position requires that he attend both parties, and, naturally, spouses also attend.

And the company owns an 8-passenger King Air plane and employees 2 pilots who spend most of their flying time between St. Thomas and St. Croix. It's obvious how we were all supposed to move between the two islands last weekend for the St. Croix party ...

So, I did what I'd said I'd never do, and I got on this plane:

Bob & I sat in the rearmost seats, which actually face forward, across the small aisle from each other. I could stand up, but I don't think anyone else could. I didn't think to take a picture of the interior - but I'm hearing I'll have another chance ...

It really wasn't too bad, but then again the flight took only 12 minutes from the start of taxiing in St. Thomas until touchdown on St. Croix. Our return on Sunday was longer - 15 minutes :) We were blessed with good weather both days, so that eased my introduction into this type of flight.

I can't believe I'll ever be comfortable on the plane, but I admit I'm glad I was forced to try it. And I feel no apprehension whatsoever about this weekend's party here on St. Thomas!