Perks to having pilot friends? Seeing random islands from your childhood.
A few months ago my parents mentioned to one of my pilot friends that I was born on a little island not far from here. Long Island, to be exact. (Alaska that is, not New York!)
Some 25 odd years ago, we left that little island and moved to Ketchikan for what I am told was going to be a “short stay.” Yet here we are. I don’t have many memories of the place -seeings how we left when I was around two, but a few days ago I got a text from my friend with these gems attached:
I’m told that’s where we flew into hundreds of times. The place of my childhood. Where my life began. If you look closely you might even see the beach where we fished…just kidding. I recognize none of it -but it was still pretty cool, you know – seeing that it does exist and all!