I hate to travel. Really, I do. I'm perfectly OK with staying local 365 days a year!

What I hate more than the mere act of traveling is flying. I'm not sure what it is about flying in a metal tube at 38,000 feet that makes me feel ultra-uneasy, but it really doesn't mesh well with me.

I'm on my last business trip before I have my baby girl, and it just so happens that I have had to travel to a very small town in a very Northern part of California. Flying in to a one-trick pony airport in Northern California usually requires a very tiny plane!

Imagine the look on my face when I saw THIS waiting for me on the runway to take my from San Francisco to my destination town. Was definitely NOT prepared for it!

And for the record, I will NOT be flying for a very long time after this trip. Mostly because of the above pictured propeller plane, but mostly because my travel experience today has not exactly been pleasurable on the whole! If I don't leave Orange County for a very long time I will be a very happy woman.