Today on the way to work, I glanced over at the hobbs and it was at 499.9.
My how time flies (no pun intended)! I grabbed my phone and took a quick picture of the meter as it rolled to 500.0. I'll be saving that one in the scrapbook.
Then I looked around, as I often do, in wonder, at the world rolling by beneath us, and the sky all around us (the bird and I).
It was spectacularly smooth air this morning, high overcast, moderate temperatures, just a perfect day for punching holes in the air and making miles.
I often think "I can't believe they let me do this!" when flying the 7. Imagine, flying, in a craft you built, whenever and mostly wherever you want. It is true freedom. I hope it lasts (I have my doubts).
I do this route about three times a week, not because I have to, but because I love flying. Someone always asks me why I don't get a job closer to home. I tell them the "commute" makes the job bearable.
The sky is forever beautiful and varied in the south Texas mornings. I have many memories and photos of sunrises, clear skies, storm clouds, every variation you can imagine (and then some).
I'll share one here, one that means a lot to me. I snapped this on the way to work, September 11, 2007, early in the morning.
With that painful anniversary coming up soon, I look at this and always get a mental lift.
Enjoy. (click for full size image)
My how time flies (no pun intended)! I grabbed my phone and took a quick picture of the meter as it rolled to 500.0. I'll be saving that one in the scrapbook.
Then I looked around, as I often do, in wonder, at the world rolling by beneath us, and the sky all around us (the bird and I).
It was spectacularly smooth air this morning, high overcast, moderate temperatures, just a perfect day for punching holes in the air and making miles.
I often think "I can't believe they let me do this!" when flying the 7. Imagine, flying, in a craft you built, whenever and mostly wherever you want. It is true freedom. I hope it lasts (I have my doubts).
I do this route about three times a week, not because I have to, but because I love flying. Someone always asks me why I don't get a job closer to home. I tell them the "commute" makes the job bearable.
The sky is forever beautiful and varied in the south Texas mornings. I have many memories and photos of sunrises, clear skies, storm clouds, every variation you can imagine (and then some).
I'll share one here, one that means a lot to me. I snapped this on the way to work, September 11, 2007, early in the morning.
With that painful anniversary coming up soon, I look at this and always get a mental lift.
Enjoy. (click for full size image)
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