No Longer Spoiled by Super Cub.

This spring brought a big change for us.
Shortly after flying the Iditarod, we found out that Woodsen’s dad had decided to sell the Super Cub.
Honestly, I was crushed.
It made total sense for his dad to sell the airplane. But there was all that nostalgia, the loss of our ability to explore, and the blog.
My blog revolved around this airplane, and we even named after it. I realized how much of my identity was mistakenly wrapped up in this airplane too.
There was a lot more than losing the airplane that made this year hard. Before this year Woodsen and I had enjoyed a synchronized week-on-week-off schedule with ample time to go on amazing adventuresThis year we worked opposite schedules and didn’t have one day we could spend away from home. I was due in June with our 2nd child, and while we were really excited, the new set of responsibilities seemed daunting. When it came to money, Woodsen and I had been picking up overtime shifts and following a strict budget to work towards our financial goals. It seemed like all the fun of our previous lifestyle had been sucked out of our lives. Losing the plane was the last straw and convinced me we were in a phase of no-fun adulting.
For the first week, I wallowed in sadness.
I grieved the loss of opportunity and commiserated with friends on the difficulties of this phase. Then the plane sold to the first person that looked at it. I wrote the whole summer off to flying generally had a pretty stinky attitude.


Every year for the last 5 years I’ve participated in a group called Bible Study Fellowship. This year we were studying Romans and focusing on God’s goodness. It was such perfect timing, it helped me reflect on my life and realize that while change is hard, God had used some of the hardest changes in my life for good. He has been faithful, and I needed to focus on all the goodness, trust his plan, and not get distracted by what seemed to be a huge setback.
I was given a new perspective, I was able to be thankful for all the years of adventure. It was such a gift. My father-in-law hadn’t used the plane for a while but had kept it knowing how much enjoyment we got out of it. Wow, how could I be upset when we were given such a gift?
I also began to realize how many different opportunities for adventure we had in our backdoor without an airplane. The best part was that we could enjoy these with friends. Flying in an airplane for two on spontaneous adventures could get lonely. This summer was going to be full of friends and what could be more fulfilling?
Not only did I come to terms with losing this outlet of adventure, but I also was reminded of how sweet this phase of life was. Day to day it’s easy to focus on teething and monotonous routines, but Atlee brings so much joy to our lives!


Fast forward to May, and again, I got blown away by God’s goodness.
Woodsen knew how much I enjoyed flying, and while losing the airplane didn’t phase him, he was still looking for opportunities to fly. He contacted a few friends that owned airplanes, and we were beyond excited when we worked out a deal with good friends to borrow their Cessna 180.

Change is hard, but so many times it opens doors for things that are better than you could have imagined.

We were spoiled by the Super Cub, but for a family, flying in a Cessna 180 is being spoiled. We get to destinations faster, I can take the controls alongside Woodsen, and the space! I no longer have a child on my lap, and there’s plenty of room for gear.
This airplane isn’t your stock 180 either! It has Tundra Tires, wheel skies, IFR instruments, and pretty much every modification you could want in a 180.

I’ve thought about how we are no longer “Spoiled by Super Cub,” but I’ve decided to keep our blog name the same for the time being.

Plus, Woodsen thinks there’s a good chance a Super Cub is in our long term future, and I’m ok with that!

We might not be spoiled by a Supercub anymore, but we are definitely still spoiled. We are thankful for all the opportunities we have, and the generous people that make them possible.