Flywriter wrote:Digger for stories here would love more background if/when you're so inclined ~ was your "dear old mum" an avid supporter of your desire to fly? Many I've talked to had a mix of parents who were either supportive ... ambivalent ... or absolutely against it. Interesting to see how the passion to want to fly against all odds ... ultimately won out. Good stories in all cases though.
Although it's not backcountry related, my absolute proudest moment in aviation was when I finally convinced my father to go flying with me, fifteen years after I started. He was absolutely adamantly against my learning to fly, which I had wanted to do since a little kid building model airplanes, and I had to wait until I was 21 to start my flying career. (well, I fudged that by a few months)
On a trip back East in our almost new Warrior in 1983, I landed at Republic, 20 miles from our old LI home, and convinced him to go out to the end of Long Island for a picnic at Montauk Point. All went well, that's a pretty comfortable and unintimidating aircraft, and he actually enjoyed it. We got to see where we used to hunt on Shelter Island, had our picnic, and flew the 30 minutes back to Republic.
It was the only time I ever got him in a small plane, and it took years of lobbying to achieve, but it was worth it..he actually congratulated me on it. The timing was lucky, too, since I didn't like going back East much, and a couple of years later he was too far gone with Alzhiemer's to do that sort of thing.
Rocky