Ever since I could first remember, I dreamed of soaring through the clouds. I have always desired the intrinsic relaxation of gliding over ridge lines and hill tops, between canyons and mountains, accompanied by a cool gusting breeze or calm warm sunny air.
Eventualy, all brave explorers must make a decision. Remain stationary for the rest of eternity, or trust your instincts and unlock freedom. I delved off the cliff side into a world of future potential unkowns. I can try to predict the troubles I encounter, ultimately though, I have to rely on my ability to focus and figure out a path forward. Over time, I adapt to the instability and find confidence in myself through not only repitition, but also shear will power, courage, and belief. It is when the arching technical fundamentals: aviate, navigate, and communicate, are conquered that evolution occurs. Flight becomes natural.
Competence is key. A good pilot has to be able to handle any situation. Whether its a light microburst or a catastrophic hurricane, the standard must be maintained. The pilot in command needs to stay calm, plan adequately, and act quickly. Utilization of instruments and visual reference cues simultaneously grant the aviator precious advantage against the unforgiving forces of nature.
Sometimes, reposition can yield an entirely new perspective. Looking at the same scenario from a different angle can reveal so much more insight than previously known. Elevating sentience and cognition to a higher dimension can free the soul. This can be a daunting endeavour, as the altitude might require painful attributes like sacrifice and discipline. The rewards however, can never be replaced.
Surrounding my class delta training environment, is designated military air space. Whenever I soard over the northern mountain frontiers, I could hear super sonic jets screaming through the canyon turns at dangerously low altitudes. Sometimes, a squadron of fearsome assault or expertly agile transport helicopters would escort my flight path.
Finally, I can almost breathe. Desired dreams are no longer distance thoughts, I can stretch for them, feel them. I can float with the clouds or dive with the hawks. Like a buzzard that never strokes its wing, I can glide and explore until land fall. An ability I am forever thankful. No boundaries. Lost at Last.
My commendable colleague Mr. Sprinkle invites me to copilot a 1946 tail dragger. He is mechanically inclined and I am optically resound. Together, our unique combination of skills grants us a marvelous advantage in complex air spaces. Bracing challenges with another bold pilot updates my currency and revives my log book. It's fun a team.
Water ways are some of the most elegant and risky landing sites on Earth. Specialized training is a must in order to utilize these bodies, whether it's a lake, river, or ocean. Upon mastery, an entire realm undiscovered of wilderness becomes embarkable. Snow skis and ice sleds are similar. Only 3 % of pilots achieve this rating, I am one of those daring few.