Flying Day!

About 200 feet in front of me, a hawk (maybe an eagle, I am not much of an Ornithologist), circled. It peeked over at me lazily as if wondering what I was doing and why I was up there. I hit the throttle to gain altitude and avoid the magnificent creature, but for a brief moment, I was reminded that I am doing something I have always dreamed of, soaring with the birds.

There are a bunch of good pilots that will fly often on Saturdays with good weather at a sod farm in Eagle Mountain. I actually took two trips, each for a bit under an hour. After the flights, we landed, chatted and had a small bbq. What a great time. I always learn a lot from the other guys. Even though most of them are a lot older than me, I don't feel like an outsider. There are such a limited number of people that fly PPCs that there is a pretty quick connection with others that own one. It is always fun to talk about little "events" or mishaps that have helped shape our experiences.

Sorry no pictures of the flight, I actually brought my camera, but when I took a test shot, it gave me a low battery warning and wouldn't take it. I thought it had a few pictures left in the battery, but I think the cold was too much for it.