Mom texted me early this morning. A pilot crashed while trying to land at the hometown airport last night. Tragedy. Left five kids and a wife behind. She wants to know what happened. Mom, I don't know... let's wait a year and we'll read the NTSB report. Awful.
Later, my non-current pilot brother texted me about the same accident. This became a phone call which turned into we don't get together enough. Yeah, I should fly up for lunch sometime, I thought. How about today, I asked? It was good weather, the kid was at school, I was off work. Sure, he said. So I went, back to the small town where I was raised, left 25 years ago, and don't return to often enough.
The Cessna is great for this sort of trip. It turns a 5-hour car trip into an hour and a half cruise a mile above the breadbasket of northeast Arkansas and the Missouri Bootheel. And it was a perfect day.

The leaves are a little ahead of us here in Arkansas. Over plates of pulled pork and chocolate pie, my brother and I solved a few of the world's problems and agreed to plan a fishing trip. Our relationship hasn't always been great but it is improving as we creep through middle age. We went skiing last winter... I hope the fishing trip pans out next year.
Mom and Dad were glad to see me. They showed me the work they'd done to the house and the yard. Dad is always proud of his yard. He dropped me off at the airport where the deceased pilot was trying to land last night. Dad is not a pilot but has supported my love of aviation since I was a boy. This father-son parting at the airport has happened many times, always with a lump in my throat. Til next time.
As I headed southwest I reflected on the short visit, but a good one nonetheless. My wife was a little hot -- turns out "it doesn't matter how long you fly today" didn't extend to 6 pm. But it was worth it. We need to take advantage of these opportunities when they present themselves. Strike while the iron is hot. Carpe Diem. That sort of stuff.

Here's the scenery on the return leg. I have landed on these sand bars before, albeit in a Super Cub on 31s. Never put the 180 down there. The river always moves, always changes. I always like to watch it. Three states are visible here... you geography buffs will be able to name them quickly!