Last weekend was Holden's weekend and I needed to see my Mom. She had just had a seizure and needed some family around.
I called my Flight Instructor and friend Robert to see if he and his girfriend Kristen would like to fly to Arizona. He said yes.
I called my Uncle Roy to see if he wanted to, too, and he did.
Robert arranged for a 1967 Cherokee 6 and picked up my uncle in Oxnard and then picked up Holden and me in Fullerton and we were off! The flight took four hours due to a headwind but I got to fly the plane the whole time. The Cherokee 6 is just like the plane I trained on, except more powerful.
We went up on Friday and came back on Sunday, stopping at Big Bear Airport to stretch our legs and use the restrooms.
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