Saturday, January 21, 2012
Takin off in helicopters is such a strange sensation. In planes, even small ones, you have the race down the runway until you get enough speed to finally jump into the air. In a helicopter, you just have the sensation that someone has a string on a fishing pole and is just picking you and and swinging you where you need to go (I keep thinking of the flying saucers in the old Ed Wood movies).
We flew over the forests--rather voyeurstically looking down on the houses below--and could glimpse the coast. Soon we were approaching the Wakulla lodge and the diving dock (hmmm--no one seemed to be swimming today--with the air temps in the 50's, you'd think the 68-degree water would feel warmer than it does in the summer). I have to admit to feeling a little smug because some people on the dock were looking at the helicopter with that envious "that's so cool" look on their faces--and *we* were the ones being cool.
Conclusion--if you have to get from Point A to Point B and time is important, then a plane is the way to go. For sightseeing--go for the helicopter!