The flight back was <insert long list of superlatives here>. The sun was low in the sky, casting a really beautiful, gentle light. I was co-piloting, so did my bit by flying a little part of the way. Al kept telling me to relax as apparently I was gripping the steering wheel with rods of iron and white knuckles. I told him that I was flying an actual plane that was in the sky and that it was not the time to relax.