|Date||Aircraft||Route of Flight||Time (hrs)||Total (hrs)|
|10 Feb 2013||N21481||5G0 (LeRoy, NY) - DUJ (Dubois, PA) - 5G0||2.7||1119.9|
Having been born in the fast-paced information age that is the 21st century, my daughter has "maintained" her own blog since infancy. The following trip report is cross-posted from her blog, an account of a $100 hamburger run told from her point of view. On this flight, she logged her 197th flight hour.
Guest Blogger: The Bear
Another typical Daddy-Daughter kind of day where we went for a "$100 hamburger". This is a foreign concept to some, so I thought I would spend some time explaining it.
Pilots like to fly, right?
And pilots like to eat, right?
So...there you have it...the $100 hamburger.
Here's what I learned on this particular flight:
"...and eat first."
That's right, it's always best to have a bite to eat right before flying for food; sort of a "pre-meal". Channel locks are optional.
When it's 10°F at the airport, it's best to sit inside the pre-heated airplane while your pilot does whatever it is he has to do out in the freaking cold. Silly, silly pilot.
Ear protection is both healthy AND provides a means for you to hear your Nintendo DS. Or air traffic control...whichever floats your boat...er...lifts your airfoil.
No race today!
Frosting is not just for cakes.
Flying can open up excuses to discuss ecology and the environment. Watch out for seagulls!
This is our destination, Dubois Regional Airport in Pennsylvania. Evidently, Pennsylvanians are not so much into French pronunciation.
Here we are at "The Flight Deck". It was our first visit. But, back to the lessons for the day...
Tic-tac-toe will only work for so long as a means to pass the time. Just call me Joshua.
Sometimes, $100 hamburgers are actually pancakes...
...yummy, yummy, pancakes. Excuse me whilst I dive-in.
I can't believe I ate that much! I told Daddy that I felt like I had a big ball of something in my stomach. Daddy hypothesized that the ball may have been made of pancakes. Therein lay another lesson for the morning.
Fixed Base Operations are great places for spontaneous dance.
Ah, I get it now! Roads go around the big hills.
One of life's simple pleasures is sitting in an airplane while your Daddy grunts and groans and slides around on the ice trying to push it back into the hangar. The lesson in this: it's good to have friends. Fortunately, one of Daddy's stopped by to help.
The final lesson of the day: airports are great places for driving lessons. Mine are coming along wonderfully.
And with that, we drove off into the sunset (ok, it was the middle of the afternoon), another $100 hamburger mission in the can. And, would you believe it, I was hungry again before we ever got home.