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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Broken at Five Thousand

    What a grand afternoon in the air, flying upward through the broken clouds, to reach an altitude at which H.-P. and I could practice flying the Bonanza.
    My main lessons: In climbing, (2700 RPM to 25 RPM) lean mixture, reduce prop and throttle, in that order; to descend, (2300 RPM to 2000 RPM) reduce throttle, props, enrichen with mixture, in that order. To establish best rate of climb and best angle of climb: I discovered how the nose looks in relation to the horizon. We also practiced maneuvering at slow speeds, turning 45-degrees, left to right, up to the point at which the plane felt mushy at the controls.
     At one glorious point, H.-P. took the controls so that I could take the image below with my iPhone. These times, when I can look out the window to see the view from 4,000 feet, exemplify the joy of flight.


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Let us go then, you and I
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Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
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