Holy Jumpin....there is a sentence that is new to me. Never entered my lexicon until, today. Wow. My newly minted private pilot SNO (Son Number One) booked a Cessna 172 and took the olde Rumbear aloft. 3rd generation of the bear clan to fly. The baton has not passed...just yet, but, there is another hand on it. Happy, I am. My dad was a Bush Pilot in Northern Ontario back in the late 40's early 50's. I earned my license in 1979 in Honolulu, Hawaii.
Instrument training starts on Monday.
One proud bear tonight. Nuff said, it's getting dusty in here.....
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