Fly for Pie

Smile. Be kind. Eat pie. Often you do not know why someone is traveling. It could be for celebration or mourning, for business or for pleasure. Or for pie.

Small rural airports have some of the best homemade pies. I once flew across Ohio for blueberry pie, landing just 10 minutes before the KTSO restaurant closed. The owners insisted on brewing a fresh post of coffee and even offered to stay open and cook us dinner. Respecting their time, we thanked them profusely and took off for home, racing the thunderstorms, carrying a whole blueberry pie and two steaming cups of black coffee to celebrate my first 100 hours of flying.

The aviation community often extends so much kindness, perhaps realizing that we could, one day, be flying their mothers or children.

Two years and some hours later...

Sometimes we fly to share breakfast with people who have become our family.

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We both got to log multi-engine time thanks to Dad2 at Sundowner Aviation. 

Climbing to 3000 ft.

Selecting and loading the RNAV approach to runway 18 at KPMH.

Aztec 5-8-Romeo-Juliet, Final 1-8, Portsmouth.

After eggs over-easy, homefries with gravey, and biscuits with jam and apple butter.

He's a natural. Departing the pattern to the north.

I had the easy leg. Angel had the challenging one. Strong tailwind departing Portsmouth = strong crosswind landing at Lancaster.

He may get paid to fix the airplanes, but he sure does fly them well, too.

Clear of runway 2-8, Fairfield County.

It's a small world, after all. We both began our aviation journeys in Ohio, though years apart.

Proudly (and comfortably) wearing NYC sectional leggings from Base Turn.

Whether on the ground or in the air, it is all about balance. 

When you have permission to take a picture at the runway holding position sign, you strike a pose.

Tell us in the comments, have you ever flown in a small airplane?

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