Today was the day. In my quest to ease my way back into flying, I headed down to Blue Sky for some scooter-towing. I essentially had a beginner lesson, just get my feet wet again. I was strangely less anxious than I had been whenever I thought about flying since my accident. Steve Wendt looked at me, I think, a bit warily since he had no idea who I am. But, my first flight was a success, and Steve seemed much more comfortable afterward.
Is it wrong to say I was the star student? I kicked those first-timers' butts!
Anyway, I did well, Steve's generally happy, though we both agree I could stand to lose a couple of bad habits developed over the years. So, I'll be going back before I hit the mountains.
Chuck showed up later on hoping for an afternoon flight. The sky was looking good on the way back home, so I hope he got it.
