In the Summer of 1997, I took my first plane flight in a little Cessna piloted by a friend of mine. My friend had just gotten his Pilot’s License, and I was his first victim, err…, passenger as a result of a promise he made me to take me up for a flight when he finally got his license. It was a hazy day so these pictures aren’t of the best quality, but they do record the flight pretty well.
These photos are from a trip we took to see a rockslide on I-40 at the North Carolina-Tennessee border. It was our second flight of the day. Earlier that day, we had gone for a short flight over Oak Ridge and part of Oak Ridge Labs to be sure that I would not be sick or anything. (My friend was a bit cautious — since I had never flown before — that I might get motion sickness once we were in the air, and he wanted to be sure that we wouldn’t be far from the landing strip, just in case I freaked out.) I was so excited afterwards that we reserved the plane for the afternoon and went for a second trip. On this trip we thought to bring a camera, which we had forgotten on the first flight.
Here is a picture of me with the infamous plane. Can you believe that my first flight was in such a small plane? What was I thinking?
And this was our target — the rockslide on I-40 at the North Carolina/Tennessee border.
