Gary,
I share completely the view of flying that you expressed so eloquently. Every time I go aloft I come back a reborn person.
Oh yes! If talking purely about going aloft in flight. It's both exhilaration and a sense of calm at the same time. Magical and fantasy. Throttle back. Turn down the radios. The transponder off. Take off the headsets. Shut off the world!! Just point the nose and just go. High so it looks as if you can see the whole world. Or down low over the tree tops or down a canyon watching Mother Nature slowly slide by. On the other hand, if the plane had been flyable today, it would have been perfect for dashing, in, around, over and under the scattered cu.
Fortunately Justina and I live where we live. There is simply is no greater freedom in today's society.
As the wheels touch again the earth. With a pat on the cowl and as the hangar door closes. We must once again return to reality. And how fast that reality is taking over and darkening the fantasy.............
I was going to make this a separate post. But maybe it's more appropriate right here. While I was at the airport today. I realized that I had it almost all to myself. A gorgeous day to fly. But nobody is out enjoying it. The airport is quiet. The skies are quiet.A stroll across the ramps which has only three derelict aircraft. Where a dozen or more used to be tied down not so long ago.
Reality sucks!
(At least that lil Gestapo informant wasn't around. )
Bill
Grants Pass, Oregon
