Love it?
Yeah, I love it. I loved the first minute I ever left the earth as a passenger, and knew I needed to learn how the hell to do that. I mean, I HAD to. And I feel **CENSORED****CENSORED****CENSORED****CENSORED**ed lucky to fly gorgeous country, with every fire different, nothing ever the same, not even when you come around and make a second pass down the same canyon. Winds, smoke, turbulence, they're always changing, but you're still helping the groundpounders (did that too, and it's a blast, but flying through fires is still more fun than beating them to death on the ground, eating tons of smoke). Some of the real wild days grant more grey hair than others, but what the hell, you can watch TV all your life and get grey hair anyway, right?
Lots of things in life are joyful -- for me, flying is up at the top.
Go for it.