Growing up I was known as “Little Harriet”, and people often commented on how similar my personality was to my grandmother (who is a hell-raiser). Personally, I feel that my sense of adventure really comes from dad.  As a kid I used to spend a few hours a month at our small towns grassy runway, waiting in the airport office reading a book or doing homework while my dad took flying lessons…. Fastforward 15 years (yikes), and we are flying states away just for a little adventure! Here are some pictures of his 1968 Mooney 4-seater airplane. Though its not the most environmentally friendly way to travel, traveling at 9,500 feet in such a small plane, constantly being in contact with air traffic controllers, is quite exhilarating and frightening, but mostly just really fun. So much fun that I occasionally drift off to sleep listening to the hum of the engine.