The chopper comes in to refuel a final time and we ask if we can go for a ride. To climb in gracefully, to sit calmly and stoical is my plan but that weightless, roller coaster feeling in the bottom of the stomach will make anyone grin like a fool. He is evasive. We pile into the six pack. Someone cracks open a ginger ale.
Someone steals someone else's peanuts.
We see an eagle. The tide is high slack. The others talk about the merits of the Sikorski helicopter and the virtues of the Hughes. I say nothing. She knows how to a fly a helicopter.