No unusual events, no funny happenings, no odd coincidences,
didn't see anything I hadn't seen before. No lessons
But day-um, it was a nice day to fly, today.
Warm enough to not need a coat, cool enough that it was just a
touch nippy at 2,500 feet. Speedboats drawing long
while lines across Puget Sound. CAVU, little haze, two
mountain ranges and 3+ volcanos visible. Fly over the
"Sheepdog Classic" on Vashon Island. Check out the
mothball fleet at Bremerton. The mouth of the Puyallup
river in Tacoma's Commencement Bay.
Air dead quiet. Flew for minutes with just a single finger
on the stick, pushing sideways to compensate for a bit of wing
heaviness. Foam earphones working beautifully, comfortable
and good volume level of the radio. Hearing an airport 50
miles away flying Young Eagles, Playing touch-and-go tag with a
Christen Eagle at the home drome.
Wires singing happily, air brushing by the leather
helmet, goggles glinting in the September sun.
There are people in the world who DON'T own Fly Babies.
Can you imagine what that must be like?