Remember January 9th, 2015?  Sure you do, that was Day 520, when we were camped out with our RV and PPG at the fabulous Trona Pinnacles:

I didn’t get to fly that weekend because of rain, but thankfully Dodge has put together a dramatization of what it would have been like:

An old friend recently e-mailed “the way you’ve turned your lives into art — in the best sense– is truly remarkable.”  I’m not sure that this is what he had in mind.

I drove out to Long Island to go flying with some local plots:

Flight #116:

Flying from Jones Beach Island to Fire Island:

Flying back across:

Coming in for a landing:

Touchdown:

I would have flown for much longer but there was a good bit of turbulence, probably due to wind shear.  Local pilots tell me it dies down towards sunset.  If I ever decide to drive all the way out there again, I’ll come later in the day.

This afternoon I went for my first flight in 7 months.  I was a little rusty, so it took me several attempts but I finally launched flight #115 at Randall Airport:

Climbing out:

I was joined by fellow local pilot Eric:

Crossing the Interstate:

We flew south to the Black Dirt Region:

Returning to the airport:

Final approach: