After asking for a ride when a spare seat appeared, my lucky number was pulled this past Saturday.
Bright and sunny with a little haze, what a great day, this is the same plane my Dad used to fly when I was a wee kid. man did the memories come flooding back once I got in.
I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves.
As close as we got to downtown, there was a bubble of haze around it.
The Moscow power plant punching a hole through a thermal layer.
Not being a backseat pilot
UPDATE: got some bad info, that isn't Jeff's house.
back at Lunkin
1 touch and go