Flying in August

I went for a flight recently with my friend Jamie. This is the same Jamie whose girlfriend had a mild panic attack last summer when we went flying.

This time it was just me and him and we had a great time. We flew east for a change and watched the Wood Islands ferry depart. It was fairly easy to spot from 20 miles away since it was basically a big white dot on a earth tone canvass, we were cruising at 3,000 ft.

I let Jamie take the controls and he did a fairly decent job of keeping us straight and level, next I had him do some gentle turns. I took back control and climbed to 4,000 ft, we then did some steep turns and stalls for practice. On the way back to the airport we dropped down to 1,000 ft to get a better look at the little communities we were flying over.

My landing was pretty good, it looked for a moment that it was going to be a "solid one", but I flared her out at just he right time and we gently touched the mains down with a light chirp.

I gotta do this more often.