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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 . . .

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Getting Closer to Nicer Approaches

     I practiced an ILS into Sheppard Air Force base during a morning when the fighters were resting and their tower was closed. After a couple of nice approaches, MyMrMallory took control of the aircraft to practice an approach himself. I snapped a few pics with my iPhone, ever present in my cockpit now for its handiness in having the app Foreflight and a camera.

My approach was into 33L to 1200 feet for a missed approach, then straight ahead to 2200 feet. I turned the airplane right, then headed south. This heading put us over the runways at Sheppard Air Force base, a prohibited air space when the wing is flying. 

We climbed to 2,500 feet, with clouds at 12,000 feet, and to the right, Lake Arrowhead. In this drought, the lake contains still enough water to drink and to flush our toilets!

MyMrMallory intersects the 333-degree radial inbound to Atrll, the initial approach fix, so I had better stop messing around with my iPhone camera to pay attention.

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
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I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
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