Why I Fly

Between the Propeller Blades

I took my first flight lesson back in 1988 in Bellefonte, Pennsylvania in a Piper Cherokee 140. If I'd taken that lesson sooner, who knows? Maybe I'd be an Alaskan bush pilot.

Yes, everything seems beautiful from far enough away, but that's not the whole of it.  The one person you can never get far away from is yourself, and from far enough up, there is a certain peace that comes from truly being by-oneself.  And even though I'm alone in the cockpit, I feel more a part of the world below than when I'm tromping through muddy construction sites - like an artist stepping back from a painting to get a better understanding.

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