My granddaughter and I were headed for the Lake when I spotted a small plane flying low to the ground. She had never seen a plane flying so close to the ground so I took the next gravel road to give her a better look. By then I could see the spray from the plane and knew it was a crop duster.
Up and down over the rolling hills leaving our own dust trails, I hoped we would intercept the crop duster’s path. We saw him fall below the horizon and I thought we had lost him. But seconds later he came roaring up out of the valley heading straight for us.
I was thinking about the nearest car wash when he cut the spray, took a hard bank to his left, climbed to cruising altitude and disappeared. Exhilarating!
Thought for the Day: Courage is doing what you are afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you are scared.
Eddie Rickenbacker – WW1 flying ace