Anne Marie and I are transitioning from race-planning to race-mode!  All registration, documentation, and logistics planning is complete!  So I find myself packing this weekend: fitting only exactly what I need into as small and light of a space as possible and shipping out a couple of care-packages to the race start and terminus for the niceties to get me through this 2-week adventure.

I still have our 9 race sectionals sprawled out across my living space – we “flew the race” over these sectionals via rulers and a pink highlighter, taking notes, determining minimum safe altitudes and other notable features.  Nothing replaces the benefits of this pencil-to-paper process for me in flight planning – it makes the visualization of the flight much more tangible for me.  Thinking about things like what features of terrain I’ll be passing when its time to switch frequencies, or the landmarks I’d be relying on if for some reason my navigation was reduced to dead-reckoning/pilotage (i.e., no magenta line on the Garmin 530 or Foreflight) – has made this upcoming race feel like just another set of normal cross-country flights instead of the more daunting sounding “legs of The Air Race.”


old-school flight planning with real sectionals is the best

My past few weeks have been filled with lots of flying adventures and regrettably little blogging as I strove to build PIC time.   But what terrific adventures…

A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction, and at just such a speed,  It feels an impulsion…this is the place to go now.  But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know too, when you lift yourself high enough  to see beyond horizons.

– the Handbook, “Illusions,” Richard Bach




9/16 Snap-On Wrench









Scruffy, Dustin, Sooch, Pard, Enrico, Karina, Loretta, Scott:  Thanks to you especially for taking on this big flying endeavor with me, helping lower the barriers, sharing resources – time, airplanes, avgas, patience, moral support, humor, love.

And of course, Anne Marie:  OFF WE GO!


The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky

              No.  The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?