For our last night in Colorado Springs, we went to The Airplane Restaurant—because apparently eating inside a regular building wasn't interesting enough for this trip. Ken wanted to eat inside an airplane, which I have to admit was a pretty cool idea.
Now picture dinner inside an airplane without fighting for overhead-bin space, fastening a seat belt, or wondering whether we'd make our connection. So, did we do it? Absolutely.
If you don't know yet, flying makes me a little anxious. Who knew that eating inside a plane would trigger the same anxiety? Thankfully, I got over it rather quickly.
After we ordered our food, Ken got a steak and I got an All-American burger with sweet potato fries—probably the best meal we had in Colorado Springs.
Of course, we took the opportunity to sit in the cockpit. Since I never drive, I took full advantage of the moment and became the pilot while Ken got to be my co-pilot. We pushed a bunch of buttons and flicked a ton of switches. It was truly a one-of-a-kind experience.
It was the perfectly unusual final stop before turning the trip toward home—and exactly the kind of place that belongs in a Road to Us travel story.
Colorado Springs, you were good to us. ❤️