I've flown many times. I've flown internationally. I've flown on one of the longest flights possible (from the East coast of the US to Australia-check a map-I'm right on that). But I'm still a slightly nervous flier. The flight from Boston to Bar Harbor has always been on a small plane, usually a US Airways plane. But now there is a new carrier. And they specialize in small planes. We're talking 8-seaters, here. I was so not prepared. I seriously had to work to calm myself the entire flight and practice my calming yoga breathing (I've not taken a yoga class in 7 years). I tried singing Christian music in my head but Prince kept popping up instead. And when I sang "Baby I'm a Star" it made me think of La Bamba when Buddy Holly says to Ritchie Valens something like "The sky belongs to the stars, and stars don't fall from the sky" and now I'm thinking about falling from the sky and I have to start the yoga breathing again. I'm not even 5'4" and my head was touching the ceiling (we were in the back, where the ceiling sloped). We couldn't even bring purses or backpacks, they had to go in the wing. There was never a second, not a single solitary second, when that flight was smooth. The entire trip was bumpy. And the pilot announced that it was a beautiful, calm day for flying. Holy cow. The only, and I mean only, good thing is its a very scenic flight (if I could have enjoyed it). The flight goes up along the coast and stays rather low so you see how the shore changes to rocky as you head north and can you imagine how gorgeous this will be for my Fall trip. I'm hoping I can fly it again. Seriously, I don't know if I can. And what was Samson doing this whole time? Sleeping! He was asleep before we reached cruising altitude, he was so relaxed. He woke once, looked around, said it was so pretty, then went back to sleep! Thanks, partner.