I’d love to fly Tripp all over Europe, but probably the closest we’ll get is our recent detour over Venice. The one in L.A., that at least from the air has some of the romance found in Venice, Italy.
From what I’ve read (links in my Edhat article), this is quite an enchanting little corner of L.A. Hopefully someday soon we’ll get our tweaky tandem bike greased up and fly to Santa Monica for a ride along the beach to this little oddity of a housing tract.
We sang Under the Boardwalk once with friends on the sand below Santa Monica pier, and it looks like Venice would be a great place to practice Up On The Roof.
As an example of how much variety we see from the air, only a few minutes later as we passed Camp Pendleton this Apache helicopter passed far below us headed out to a ship offshore.
Flying is such a flood of delightful surprises and memorable moments!
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