What fun! Went flying with a buddy this morning, a retired USAF lieutenant colonel with a background in B-52s and C-130s. He knows people I flew with, I know people he flew with, and, like me, he was once a headquarters flight safety chief. Running out of things to talk about was never a problem.
We flew from Tucson IAP to an uncontrolled airstrip outside of Benson, Arizona, borrowed the airfield courtesy car for a breakfast run into Benson, then flew back to Tucson, managing to work in a flyover of my house on the way. Nice way to spend a Sunday morning.
Lest you think I’m doing suspiciously well for a school bus driver, he rented the plane, and all I had to do was pay for breakfast and do some of the flying.
For your amusement, a couple of photos:
While I was taking photos of our neighborhood, Flying Booger, my hashing alter ego, was scoping out utility rights of way, shortcuts, game trails, and hidden washes … I have a feeling the next time he hares we’re going to end up at Casa de Booger.
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