Nothing says Happy New Year like a flight in the Cessna 190
41 degrees on New Year’s morning, preflighting the Cessna 190. Starting 2015 out right! No lies, I was in bed and asleep …
41 degrees on New Year’s morning, preflighting the Cessna 190. Starting 2015 out right! No lies, I was in bed and asleep …
Me and my Cessna wings. “But where are your wings?!” she exclaimed, her tiny 5-year old fingers exploring the center of my …
The Cessna 182 tied down in Custer, South Dakota. On the first day of my long cross country to Oshkosh, I figured out …
Flying solo for the first time at Yolo County Airport in a Cessna 172. I still can’t decide which experience was stranger–flying …
Another benefit to the 6 a.m. flying lesson–spectacular sunrises. “How’s six?” “In the a.m.?” I sputtered. When I said I was “free …
Mr. T taught me how to use ground references to determine wind direction. For one faux emergency prep, we circled farm fields …
Decompressing after my first flying lesson with my fantastic instructor, Stan. We worked on the “four fundamentals” of flying, including turns, take-offs and landings. …
Me flying past the Golden Gate Bridge! “CLEAR PROP!” Did I really just say that? *** I’d prepared for a romantic date. …
Waving goodbye to family and friends at Aviators the day after the wedding. First stop Calaveras (home to the frog jumping contests) …