A Girl can dream...

This summer has not been friendly for flying, which is my only reasonable excuse for the lack of recent posts. Dan and I took C-182 N9011T for a sassy run against the shore of Lake Superior and up along the Canadian border, one of my more important flights, since I got his promise that he'll fly Kita the next time. It would only be proper that my Girl will get her wings with floats underneath her.

Joe Boxer getting to know C-GDZH.

Sapawe Air and Canoe Canada have brought the Beavers in a few times to my dock, so I got to spend some time with my old friends on floats. At the Hayward, Wisconsin airport, I rubbed shoulders with a Lear Jet, which is way out of my league, and Sky Harbor was my home away from home, since I can never not go there whenever I'm in Duluth.

For one weekend in July, my dad and I visited the Superior, WI airport to hang out with the B-17 Aluminum Overcast. I got my start in aviation because of my dad, and I value the time I'm able to spend with him and all the stories he has; he should be the one who writes the website.
Oshkosh came and went without me again this year, but judging from the phone calls, e-mails, and texts that came my way, it sounds like I missed a good time. I generally prefer to visit airplanes without the crush of a thousand people around me, but I can make an execption for one week out of the summer, something I intend to do for sure next year.

KCKC's airport dog, Stinson Vincent.

Summer is almost over, and it's absolutely shameful that the hours I spent in the air were so few. I know I shouldn't count my time with airplanes in terms of hours logged, but by the lessons learned, and the people and the dogs that I share it with.