My ever wonderful old Yankee, a 1962 Cessna 182E Skylane, taken at Canyonlands airport outside Moab, Utah, on an extended-weekend, last-minute whim trip from Las Cruces, New Mexico to 4x4 the White Rim Trail in Canyonlands National Park. The weather (behind me) went sour toward the end of the flight, which made for quite a white-knuckle landing.

But that landing was nothing compared to somebody else's approach through Arches National Park across the road...!

We might be small, but by golly, we got an actual gate assignment at Thunder Bay International airport in Ontario, Canada on a different trip! (Ladder not included, but apparently that's also the case for the big iron, which is exactly where we parked [without the 747 there])

This was the first trip to Canada in 2003. Way more stops than should have been necessary, thanks to the weather (and customs)...

We had the worst weather. The midwest in the summer is never pleasant, but this was ridiculous. Thunder Bay was fogged in for a week with this insane stationary rotating system.

But Cracker didn't mind.

The pages aren't coherently linked, but there's more flying here and with my brother here.