First, I really enjoyed the Chorus finals on Saturday - - lots of creativity and beautiful harmonies, but in particular I agree with the judges choice for #1 International Champions, congratulations to Lori Lyford and the Scottsdale Chorus!
It was a perfect flight home, like 70 degrees at 10,500 ft, no headwind so I was moving along at a good speed, plus it was Sunday and they cleared me to cross directly over Edwards Air Force Base, which is a cool shortcut and saves gas.
I keep meaning to take a picture of the view while I'm landing the plane but somehow I'm always too busy doing something critical to pause and take a picture. Today was no exception. But I did get a picture of how San Jose and the San Francisco peninsula looks as I approach from the south. (see below)
The welcoming committee, as I taxied to my hangar, was one of the mechanics from the Sheriff's Air Squadron, working in the hangar next to mine. He had heard through the grapevine about my trip and came out to give me a big hug.
As I cleared my (possibly excessive) belongings from the plane I felt lots of conflicting emotions. Happiness that I really managed to live out my dream trip. Humbled and grateful for the warmth and friendliness of so many wonderful Sweet Adelines I met. Pride that my flying abilities had not only held up to the challenge, but grown stronger. Love of this fast docile sexy airplane that thrives as a travel machine. Validation that I still have the skills to take on a major challenge at the age of 62. And a little nostalgia, because it's all over.
What is your dream? How would it change you to achieve your dream? All the obligations I had, I just left them, and decided they would wait. And they did wait. Go ahead, be that person, do that thing, you dream about. Don't wait until it's a regret.
With love,
Randy
San Francisco Bay Area, as seen from the south, at 10,500ft.
It was a perfect flight home, like 70 degrees at 10,500 ft, no headwind so I was moving along at a good speed, plus it was Sunday and they cleared me to cross directly over Edwards Air Force Base, which is a cool shortcut and saves gas.
I keep meaning to take a picture of the view while I'm landing the plane but somehow I'm always too busy doing something critical to pause and take a picture. Today was no exception. But I did get a picture of how San Jose and the San Francisco peninsula looks as I approach from the south. (see below)
The welcoming committee, as I taxied to my hangar, was one of the mechanics from the Sheriff's Air Squadron, working in the hangar next to mine. He had heard through the grapevine about my trip and came out to give me a big hug.
As I cleared my (possibly excessive) belongings from the plane I felt lots of conflicting emotions. Happiness that I really managed to live out my dream trip. Humbled and grateful for the warmth and friendliness of so many wonderful Sweet Adelines I met. Pride that my flying abilities had not only held up to the challenge, but grown stronger. Love of this fast docile sexy airplane that thrives as a travel machine. Validation that I still have the skills to take on a major challenge at the age of 62. And a little nostalgia, because it's all over.
What is your dream? How would it change you to achieve your dream? All the obligations I had, I just left them, and decided they would wait. And they did wait. Go ahead, be that person, do that thing, you dream about. Don't wait until it's a regret.
With love,
Randy
San Francisco Bay Area, as seen from the south, at 10,500ft.