My wife and I have always enjoyed flying with our two sons, usually on journeys that involve food. But the airborne outings have been getting shorter since the boys reached their teens. Now, we occasionally hear protests about “killing the whole day” in the airplane.
Rather than lecture them about how fortunate they are to experience the wonders of general aviation, I have shifted our focus to breakfast. Call it the $100 omelet. The ideal game plan has us getting to the airport early enough to be wheels up between 7 and 7:30 a.m. That way we can fly a two-hour round trip, enjoy a relaxed meal, and be home before noon.
