
One time Chris had his searchlight burn out in Savannah as he taxied out for the final leg to Charleston, meaning they were unable to take off. Another weekend, he and his students made it to Charleston, but a series of thunderstorms blocked their return home, prompting a last-minute reroute to our old haunt St. Augustine. They went to one of our favorite restaurants, Columbia, and Chris went for a run on the beach the next morning.
“That’s one thing I really like about the Navy,” I said. “There’s always that element of surprise adventure.”
“Well I’m glad you like it,” Chris said. “It’s stressful trying to fly around this many dangerous storm systems. I don’t even know if I’ll get back tomorrow, and I’ve been wearing the same flight suit for four days.”
“Oh, gross.”
The goal this time? Key West! Unfortunately the drive time is over 12 hours. Maybe the Goodbaby and I could drive down with a clean flight suit and the old one could chauffeur us back home.