On the second weekend of Feb. the Flying Fish and I went up for further flight training in 322MX. On Saturday we did slow flight, stalls, and a handful of low approaches over Skagit County airport (KBVS). The lesson ended with an actual wheels-down landing by yours truly. A pretty big milestone. Kinda like when your redneck boyfriend actually lets you drive his big 'ol truck down to the CircleK for the first time. But better. Way better. Because it's an airplane.
So here I am looking pretty proud of myself having landed the Sportsman.
We followed that up the next day with a scenic flight out to the coast. The coast was clear... all the way to Russia. Or Japan. We ran across a flying fish in Sekiu (11S) a little fishing town on the north side of the Olympic Peninsula. He's heading to Tokyo, 4400 miles to the west southwest.
And then headed out to Cape Flattery and Tatoosh Island where the cold Pacific pounded away at the rocky coast.
The skies were clear all the way out to Russia on the other side of the Pacific. We headed home at the end of the day and skirted the north side of the Olympic national forest - as formidable terrain as any we'd seen across the country. Hundreds of square miles of forest without a road to be seen. Once again, the perspective of flight hit home - it's a big world out there, and not too far from home it's a lot bigger and more remote than you'd think.
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