All in a day’s work

Some backstory is needed for this.  On Wednesday my airplane owner partner, Mason, slammed at his SwimLabs business, asked if I could help by returning a tech consultant named Al that he’d brought down from the Bay Area.  Let’s see, a fair weather day, and my professional aviation chops are needed to fly to San Francisco?  Oh, twist my arm. This provided another opportunity—I…

Sureste al México

Barra Navidad Air Force February.  Winter.  Cirrus magic carpet.  Escape.  México. Last fall the Cirrus Owners and Pilots Association announced plans for this season’s group flight getaway to Alamos, Sonora, and Bajía de Navidad, near Manzanillo, Colima, Mexico.   I jumped on the opportunity, paired up with a time that Cathy, the resident SDSU professor, had free from academia.  It turned out to be a large and…

There and Back Again

Like Rumpole of the Bailey, I am wedded to “She Who Must be Obeyed,” also known as “Ol’ What’s Her Name,” affectionate titling for my bride of THIRTY YEARS! this month.  Trying unsuccessfully to keep up with my dotage, Cathy nonetheless managed to qualify for Medicare in May, ample motivation for a celebratory trip, adventurously worthy of age denial and anniversary exultation.  Naturally, I obeyed her summons, and agreed that…

El Buen Viaje Mexicano de Invierno

Chilly February.  In multiple winters and springs past we have journeyed south in trade of chilly for chillies and the warmth of near tropical Mexico.  This year there was the additional motivation of a group flight rendezvous arranged by COPA—the Cirrus Owners and Pilots Association.  Climate change reversal of fortunes.  We departed a distinctly habanero San Diego (daytime eighties) for a decidedly minty (sixties) Baja California Sur, with…

North, by Northwest

Summertime, and the siren call of floats rippling on water.  In years past this has always involved the joy of myriad lakes in Alaska’s Kenai peninsula.  This year, after due consideration, I decided that Washington’s Puget Sound area beckoned.  We made arrangements for lodging and rental car, reserved a couple of days’ floatplane rental, loaded our Cirrus, and struck out for the Pacific Northwest. During…

There and back again—a bicoastal Cirrus road trip

My wife, Cathy, has an affliction—when she’s free from her SDSU professorial duties, as with the recently completed Spring semester—she’s compelled to tempt me to travel somewhere, anywhere, but especially to regions she has not previously explored.  Translated—”Let’s take the Cirrus and fly to the east coast to visit Aunt Tilda, and see some of our country I haven’t yet explored.” What?  At one level, this is music…

Nicaragua

Cathy conjured up the idea of Spring in our nation’s capital, with a side trip to visit Aunt Tilda in Williamsburg.  Plans laid on, including a visit, at last, to the Smithsonian’s Steven F. Udvar-Hazy expansion to the Air and Space Museum for me, a pilot’s pilgrimage to Mecca.  Unfortunately, as we sat in the boarding area awaiting our flight, cancellations on other departures filled our plane…