Pure pleasure

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

It had rained a half inch the night before. The tires glistened wet with dew as we taxied to the end of Lynn's beautifully groomed buffalo grass runway. The engine checked out fine and the capable pilot just ahead of me powered up for takeoff. An increasing rumble until the wheels cleared the grass and we were airborne into clear cool morning air. Lynn turned to skirt around some pure white little clouds hanging over the hills to the south. For me it was pure bliss riding in the back seat with the window wide open sitting behind a very capable pilot.

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