DakotaHawk
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I've spent the better part of the past two weeks in Tigard, Oregon to attend the funeral of my father-in-law. He watched avidly as I built my RV-7, and he always wanted to fly with me. Unfortunately for him (and for me) I could never figure out how to get his frail body into my RV. You see, he was diabetic, and had both of his legs amputated at the knees due to complications of diabetes.
He passed away last week at the age of 71, leaving five sons and a daughter (my wife). What a great man!
Since I was trying to maintain some semblance of employment during this difficult period, I commuted between my home in Arlington, WA and Sportsman Airpark near Portland, OR several times. With the whole family was in town for the funeral, I managed to get most of them into my RV for intro flights. Eight more of my in-laws, nieces and nephews have flown with me now.
My son, who just got a nice camera for his seventeenth birthday, was designated camaraman. This morning, we had to wait for about 1/2 hour for fog to clear, and then got some amazing shots. Notice the two pictures with contrails coming off the propeller...
He passed away last week at the age of 71, leaving five sons and a daughter (my wife). What a great man!
Since I was trying to maintain some semblance of employment during this difficult period, I commuted between my home in Arlington, WA and Sportsman Airpark near Portland, OR several times. With the whole family was in town for the funeral, I managed to get most of them into my RV for intro flights. Eight more of my in-laws, nieces and nephews have flown with me now.
My son, who just got a nice camera for his seventeenth birthday, was designated camaraman. This morning, we had to wait for about 1/2 hour for fog to clear, and then got some amazing shots. Notice the two pictures with contrails coming off the propeller...
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