On our way to the big airport to fly home, we stopped by the little Malcolm McKinnon airport. Same name as my great-great grandfather, but this airport was named after a different guy.
My first third plane ride! As noted previously, due to a lost camera, I don't have any pictures from my first plane ride so here's one from my third trip (JAX-DTW). They were all pretty much the same, I napped, played, ate - the altitude didn't seem to bother me too much.
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