Brother Baker called Tuesday evening. He had a break in training (US Airways A320 School) and was heading down to Jellystone Air Park Wednesday morning to take his oldest daughter, Katie, flying. Katie just finished her first semester at BYU, and is home for the holidays. My youngest daughter, Holly, a Senior at NC State University, is also home for the holidays. Holly and I had planned on flying earlier in the day, but quirky winds forced us to cancel. I asked Holly if she was up for another attempt. She said: "Sure, Dad." I told Joe that Father-Daughter Day was a go, and we would see them in the morning down at Jellystone Air Park.
Holly liked the ride at two thousand feet.
She even documented her stick time!
And snapped a shot of Pop pretending to be an Airbus pilot. . .
Katie and Joe bouncing along at one thousand feet. . .
Was the Mayan Calendar off by two days? No, just the sun. . .
Joe and Katie with Katie's friend, Maggie.
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