Fulfilling my mom's cautious predictions, I have completely taken after my father. I've denied it for years, but when I started flying there was no looking back... In August 2010, I completed my private pilot's license, one day before leaving for grad school across the country. My dad was sitting on the tarmac when I landed with proud grin and a thumb's up... and it became official: I'm my father's daughter! 
Just as our dad used to drag us to little airports on 'discovery' road trips years ago, I have taken to finding and visiting local aviation outposts whenever possible. If I'm lucky, I'll even swing a quick flight. (On my cross-country drive from California to Washington, DC this materialized into a front-seat ride in a little rainbow-colored experimental aircraft, flipping upside down over my grandparent's farm in Kansas with Jim, the Flying Farmer. My mom was on the ground, waving and taking photos and, inevitably, praying. And now, in Kenya, the pursuit continues. This little post is dedicated to all my favorite lady pilots (Monterey Bay 99s, DC99s, Old Dominion 99s, and WAI)...and dad: photos from my first few days in Nairobi, trolling around the airport :) I hope to do some flying in the few days I'm back in Nairobi before heading home...
Flying lessons, anyone?
99s flying club...?
Safari bush-flying
Safari bush-flying
ACEA. Beryl Markham was
a lifetime member and inspiration
a lifetime member and inspiration
So glad you have finally come to the realization we have known all along! I love your spirit of adventure!
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