My mom tells me all the time, “it’s just in your blood.” I agree with her, but I didn’t think that was an appropriate title for the blog entry (it’s creepy). My grandfather was a bush pilot and owned a variety of small airplanes, usually on floats, at his house in Nobel, Ontario. My Great Grandfather flew the Avro Lancaster Bomber in the second world war. Although I only knew my grandpa Chuck for a few years when I was young, I think flying has been passed down to me.
When I was a young teenager, a friend of mine who captained an Airbus something-or-other for Air Canada told me he would pay me with time in the airplane if I would help him at the dock during float endorsements. I jumped at that chance and would motor bike to the lake, take my small aluminum boat with a 9.9 horse outboard across the lake to the dock, and sometimes get to go flying at the end of the day. What a great summer! Learning to fly in my friend’s Piper Super Cub is one of my favourite life memories. Life took me in a different direction after that, and my dream of flying was put on hold.
Yesterday, I got a text message from Keith at Georgian Bay Airways: “We’re good to go.” I’ve known Keith and Nicole for several years and their wonderful company has flown me around various times. Recently, I got to take my son Aiden flying, which was amazing and emotional. I’ve since built GBA’s newest website (which you’re likely reading this post from). Keith’s text of course, meant that the weather was good enough to go flying. On one of his runs to document ice fishing activity on the local lakes, Keith asked me if I’d join him to be a spotter. Learning about my love of flying earlier on, he was kind enough to take me with him and field all of my questions about being a pilot. This was a great experience that I hope to repeat soon. Thanks to Keith and Nicole at GBA for taking me under their wing (sorry, I had to) and allowing me to let out my inner flying geek!
My mom is right. It’s in my blood.