"One of my happiest memories is when you took me snowshoeing up in the mountains," Bill texted two days ago. Two years ago, I dumped him because of his right-wing beliefs.

Yesterday: "Decided to fly to Wenatchee and ride the Apple Loop trail."

Me: "Good for you. I'm going for a run. I'll bite. Want to get together for a cool drink after we exercise?"

Bill: "Would love to see you. If you want a ride I can meet you at the airport in 1-1/2 hour."

Yes, please!

Happy dance. After running, I quickly toweled off, changing into fresh spandex. Grabbed my camera and a down jacket (it's cold in the plane). Caught him changing behind the plane.

"You look wonderful!" Bill exclaimed. He missed me. Asking where I wanted to go, he flew up Lake Chelan- a narrow, 50.5 mile long lake- to Stehekin and North Cascades National Park.

"Here are the mountains you love so much, sweetheart," Bill said.

At 10,000 feet elevation, it was snowing. I saw snow on the plane's black tire. Afternoon sun made the mountains shine.

Returning, Bill flew 200 feet above Lake Chelan at 125 mph. The lake was calm and deep blue. I could see where currents changed direction. I felt protected by mountain ridges cradling the lake. A magical moment.

A competitive bicycle rider and medical doctor, Bill is super fit. 10 years younger than me. He's a fun playmate, but not long-range relationship material. Famous last words.