I have been interested in airplanes and flying ever since I was a little boy; it’s in my blood. My grandfather spent his working life as an airplane mechanic, a long haul cargo pilot and a flight engineer for TWA. Other family members who are pilots include my uncle, my second cousin, my great uncle, and most recently, my dad, who earned his license six years ago.
Although flying has always been a lifelong dream for me, it always seemed out of reach, both financially and mentally. I suppose I always knew that I’d work towards being a pilot someday, but I’d always assumed that it would something I did later in life.
When I came to Anchorage Alaska and moved into a house less than three miles away from Merrill Field, I found myself becoming terribly distracted by the incessant buzz of Cessnas that fly over the city every day. It was inescapable, and it only took a few short weeks, before my sleeping, distant dream awoke, hit me on the head and said: “Now.”
So I bought a flight simulator program for my computer began using it and learned a little bit about flying, thinking that this would satisfy my craving. It didn’t. It only made it worse. Finally giving in, I went over to the field, found a flight school and signed up for an introductory lesson. This blog is a journal of my flying experience from the very beginning and where it goes is as unknown as where flying will take me in the coming years. It’s mainly a journal for myself, but if you should come along and read some or all of my entries, then I hope you enjoy it.