A Squared
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Got out of town last weekend, loaded up the 180 and the girlfriend and I took off for a couple of days. Landed on a small lake on a large island in Prince William Sound. Wandered up and down the deserted beach, looking at deer tracks and brown bear tracks, bothering the seals. Built a monster driftwood bonfire on the beach, then cooked dinner over the coals. As I sat there eating, sipping a glass of excellent wine, listening to the surf and looking at the snow streaked mountains which form the backbone of the island, it struck me; This was why I started flying initially; for evenings like this, in places like this; not for the realm of airways, localizers, altitude assignments, and frequency changes. Anyone else have moments like that, when you realize how far removed your job is from what got you into flying in the first place?
Incidentally, mar, the Valipolicella you gave us goes quite nicely with chicken and vegetables steamed in aluminum foil on a remote beach.
Incidentally, mar, the Valipolicella you gave us goes quite nicely with chicken and vegetables steamed in aluminum foil on a remote beach.