Category: Journal

Let’s turn the clocks back to 2006. Nearly ten years prior to the rapid resurgence of general aviation, a resurgence so large that the FAA rewrote the rules to accommodate the flight training surplus fighting against a lack of airworthy complex aircraft. In Salt Lake, 2006 marked the year of the Master Plan for the […]

Before one sails towards Antarctica, you must get as far south as possible. Some seven thousand miles south of Salt Lake City is the city of Ushuaia. “Fin del mundo, principio de todo,” the end of the world, beginning of everything, is our launching off port for our expedition to the seventh continent. A quaint […]

There’s enough people talking about the plusses and minuses of social media, macrodosing dopamine, and feeding the tin skins too much of your personal information that I don’t need to expand more on that. We all have our own thoughts on those issues, and I’m not here to influence yours on those matters alone. But […]

For a minute, let’s go back to the summer of 2018. In the heat of the pilot shortage that kept your local airport busy, the FAA, having been pressured by purveyors of flight training, took comments and criticisms from students, instructors, the flight schools themselves, as well as some aviation organizations, and amended the requirements […]

Not quite the furthest we’ve flown in distance from our home, but certainly the furthest we’ve flown from the intrinsic parts of our home. Weeks, months, and years of planning, pleading, and praying for the stars to align and here we are upon our arrival to our fifth continent and latest addition to our passports, […]

The sea was angry, my friends.  Departing the known world on a path less traveled, weather reports hinted at light winds and brief interruptions with rain. Nothing uncommon this time of year, and certainly nothing to warrant any undue considerations of what we were later to experience. But I had a hunch. Briefed my crew […]

Meet Tuesday. My new adventure partner. Sporting some new shoes, she’s spent the last 900 miles of her young life yearning to enjoy the views found in our backyard. A few hand washes and subsequent detail jobs certainly await her return to civilization but for now she wears her southern Utah red dirt proudly.  Tuesday […]

There’s a new game I play every time I have the opportunity to fly the Cub. It’s called “how many?” and the object of the game is to count how many times pilots in the traffic pattern mention on the radio that they can’t see me on their ADS-B equipment. Yesterday, the count was only […]

Another airplane crash in our community begets another quest for the why. ATC recordings, ADS-B bread crumbs, local news sources refreshed beyond belief. We all comb through whatever sources we can in an effort to piece together a puzzle that will be missing a few pieces for a while (or forever), and without any doubt, […]