Remember when....

I've been doing a lot of cleanup in the shop the last week, no sense posting photos of me pushing a broom around. The paint booth won't be ready until mid-June, so I've been going over things that I've always meant to get back to improving or finishing or making better, mixing them in with the things that have to be done to get her flying this year, and trying to come up with a plan. We're getting there....


A special moment yesterday. Leaving for Osaka our flight plan followed the coastline north up to Pt. Arena before turning westbound. In the foreground is Dillion Beach, where I had my first solo in a red and yellow Wills Wing Super Lancer hang glider named Betsy in 1987, in the distance is Bodega Bay, where I waited tables at night for 10 years while I chased the dream. Never in my wildest fantasies did I ever think I'd see it all from a brand new 787 at FL380.
 

 

It's good to be back home again

Einar's been terrific about letting OspRey live at his shop for the last year while Giuliana and I moved, but now that we're settled in and the hangar is empty again, it's time to give him back his shop. 

 

It's good to be home again. The bad thing is that the laser strike to my eye last year has left it a little sensitive to light, I can operate fine but while cleaning the hangar I found that if I spent too much time under the bright fluorescents my eye would start to hurt. A hat helps a lot, so I'll be wearing a hat in the shop from now on.