Guy Trip to Pima Air Museum from Los Angeles


My son and I just returned from a 3 day trip to Pima Air Museum…

Over the Labor Day weekend, we flew our Mooney M20C
from Los Angeles to Tucson. Our plan was to fly direct. However,
rogue thunderstorms forced us to zig-zag our way across the
barren state, unexpectedly.

It was riveting for both of us.

Not because we watched cumulous clouds grow to huge proportions out
of our right wing…Or because flying close to the clouds is like putting your
senses on steroids. But because Blair and I worked together in ways we
could have never done on the ground.

For this, we were rewarded with thousands of planes at the museum.
From old planes to new ones…We sat in the cockpits, twisted knobs, clicked
on lights and yanked on the yokes.

Our favorite plane was a small, 4-seater Beechcraft. The story behind it
made it special. It was flown my Marian Hart. She learned to fly at the age
of 54yo. It gets better.

In it, she made seven solo flights across the Atlantic, the last at 83 years
old! Tired from the 2,500-mile flight, she was reported to have walked
into the airport lounge upon arrival, downed a large glass of whisky and
said, ”Now I feel better.”

She flew alone until she was 87 and logged more than 5,000 hours in
her three decades as an aviator. In 1976 she received the highly prized
annual Harmon International Trophy ”for her consistently outstanding
performance as a private pilot operating small aircraft on a global scale.”

This trip yielded a lifetime worth of images, experiences and lessons.
For Blair, I stressed that passivity is deadly. In the plane (and in life), you
have to keep your mind moving. Stop for one instant and dastardly
consequences await.

For our lessons at the museum, we learned that airplanes are only as
safe as the pilots flying them. Even when technology was bleak, the best
pilots made epic accomplishments, just like Marian.

Knowledge Pack