Hi, all,
Has it been a week already?
I am at the "family homestead" (well one of them anyway) in Berkeley (a.k.a. Berzerkeley) California, where I finally have extended access to an internet connection. This is Destination #3 of the "crazy trip to the Lower 48". My attempts to explain this crazy trip to people at Gaston's (which was Destination #1) didn't really make any sense, even to me, so in a fit of boredom (and because my body still doesn't know what time zone it's in), I made this picture to illustrate (attached below).
It's strange how, when you live in Alaska, everything in the Lower 48 seems to far away that you figure it all must be close to each other. It's the only state of mind where a sentence like "well, since I'm going to be in Kansas anyway, I might as well stop by Arkansas, California, and Pennsylvania while I'm in the area" makes any sense at all. I wonder if the Hawaiians go through this too?
Anyhow, I want to join the chorus of people thanking everyone for a fantastic time. This was airplane nirvana. I got to ride in (and occasionally fly) not just one or two but six different kinds of supercool airplanes (thanks Lance for the ride in, Dave, Bill, Steve, Chip, and Greg for the ride out), and I just was amazed at how everyone opened their hearts and their cockpit doors to me and to so many others. During my ride with Chip I think I said something like that the day had "restored my faith". Not in the religious sense... I suppose you can take it to mean whatever you like, but keep in mind I'd just been upside-down and spinning, so who knows.
This Sunday I'm hoping I'll get checked out at an FBO here in the east bay, and take my dad on the famous "Bay Tour" which I've been wanting to do for ages and ages.
To all the fine folks that I met at Gaston's... if you ever find yourself in the 49th state, drop me a line. We can go for a ride in a rental 150! Or, if you're really lucky, maybe even the "worst Cardinal in the world". (Don't worry, the scenery makes up for it.)
--Kath
Has it been a week already?
I am at the "family homestead" (well one of them anyway) in Berkeley (a.k.a. Berzerkeley) California, where I finally have extended access to an internet connection. This is Destination #3 of the "crazy trip to the Lower 48". My attempts to explain this crazy trip to people at Gaston's (which was Destination #1) didn't really make any sense, even to me, so in a fit of boredom (and because my body still doesn't know what time zone it's in), I made this picture to illustrate (attached below).
It's strange how, when you live in Alaska, everything in the Lower 48 seems to far away that you figure it all must be close to each other. It's the only state of mind where a sentence like "well, since I'm going to be in Kansas anyway, I might as well stop by Arkansas, California, and Pennsylvania while I'm in the area" makes any sense at all. I wonder if the Hawaiians go through this too?
Anyhow, I want to join the chorus of people thanking everyone for a fantastic time. This was airplane nirvana. I got to ride in (and occasionally fly) not just one or two but six different kinds of supercool airplanes (thanks Lance for the ride in, Dave, Bill, Steve, Chip, and Greg for the ride out), and I just was amazed at how everyone opened their hearts and their cockpit doors to me and to so many others. During my ride with Chip I think I said something like that the day had "restored my faith". Not in the religious sense... I suppose you can take it to mean whatever you like, but keep in mind I'd just been upside-down and spinning, so who knows.
This Sunday I'm hoping I'll get checked out at an FBO here in the east bay, and take my dad on the famous "Bay Tour" which I've been wanting to do for ages and ages.
To all the fine folks that I met at Gaston's... if you ever find yourself in the 49th state, drop me a line. We can go for a ride in a rental 150! Or, if you're really lucky, maybe even the "worst Cardinal in the world". (Don't worry, the scenery makes up for it.)
--Kath
