We met our friend Jim at a small airport in Merlin, Oregon on a sunny morning and enjoyed a leisurely flight along the Rogue River. Jim is about six and a half feet tall and recently had his knee joints replaced, so it took him a little while to get through the small pilot's door. Once inside it was like coming home for him. Jim logged over a thousand flying hours in this area, but hadn't flown since the early 1980s when he sold his plane.

It's always a pleasure to see an experienced pilot dust off their wings. I'm really glad to be able to do things like this and hope some kid feels the same way when I need a little dusting.