And so it begins....

I met my husband when I was still in High School in Utah. We met online through AOL, and after a month, decided to meet face to face. He took me to Airport #2 in Salt Lake City for our first date, where he kept his airplane. I thought it was so cool that he owned an airplane. He had a Piper PA-20 Pacer, called "The Rebel." It had a smiley face on the front and a picture of Pepe LePue in a red scarf on the side. It was such a cute little plane. We didn't go for a flight then, he just wanted to show me the plane and do a little bit of work on it. Afterwards, he took me to his apartment where he wanted to cook me something. I do not remember what we had for dinner, but I do remember he tried to bake a cake. It was supposed to be a German chocolate cake. He was mixing it in a quart measuring cup with a tablespoon. There was unbeaten egg running throughout the cake. It was pretty gross. After it baked, he immediately tried frosting it. Well, of course, it was still hot and the frosting melted all over the place. He would not allow me to help in any way throughout the whole process. After a bit, we attempted to eat the cake. You could see yellow ribbons in the chocolate. We now refer to this cake as "scrambled egg cake." Needless to say, it wasn't very good, but it was unbelievably sweet of him to try.

For our second date, we did go flying. It was the first time in a very long time that I had been in an airplane. We went flying so often after that, I can't remember where we went the first time. I think we went up to Heber, UT, but I could be wrong. My husband probably remembers better. I do remember that it was unbelievably freeing to be in the air. I loved flying over the mountains and seeing the city lights at night.