The majestic Olympic Mountains were so close I felt like I could reach out and touch them ....
It's so silent up there ... just the hum of the engine
This was my first time flying over/past downtown Seattle in a small airplane ...
We cruised right over Ballard, towards Shoreline ...
As we passed over my old high school, I had to marvel at how I'd never imagined I'd be zoopin' over it 25 years later in a little experimental plane!
We passed right over my parent's house ... I really wished I had called them before the flight so they could keep an eye out ... one of these days!
We headed back towards home via Arlington. Mt. Baker stood gleaming white on the horizon.
This beautiful s-curve is just north of the Arlington Airport.
And here we are again, nearly home as the sun starts to dip behind the mountains.
What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon!
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