Have you ever dreamt of something BIG but felt that it was out of your reach, but at the same time, you never stopped dreaming about it?
The other day on August 27th, this particular dream of mine finally became a reality. After 34 hours of flight training, I finally flew my first solo flight.
It´s difficult to describe the sensation of flying an airplane for the first time by yourself. Totally concentrated, you draw from the repetitive instructions that your flight instructor has drilled into your head over and over again during the course of many months.
What I was feeling for most of my flight! |
OMG !!! She´s coming in too low on Final !!!! |
I smile because I am flying in the same atmosphere with the billowy white clouds that I have so often looked up at and admired from below, I smile because I am flying along with one of natures most beautiful vertebrate animals, the bird, and because I have a spectacular view of the Sierras Chicas Mountains surrounding me. I realize that I am experiencing what my idols Amelia Earheart and Beryl Markham pioneered before me. As I approach for my final landing, I am aware that I am too low and try to make corrections. I wait for my flare, my nose increments up as my back tires hit the runway. There it is… a safe landing, Did It !!! First hurdle done!!! ... and now my dream of becoming a pilot, is finally at arms reach.