On Saturday we ended up not out skiing, so we were able to join neighbors in flying to brunch. We flew down to a Massachussets airstrip with a restaurant, had breakfast, and chatted with the locals. Then we ended up flying over to Tyson’s parents airport to get gas. On the way back, our neighbor (who is a flight instructor) gave me a quick lesson on flying his airplane on the way home. I managed not to kill anyone.
February 5, 2011
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