John & Anne Wiley



Part of the magic of flying small planes is the transformations it fosters. It goes without saying that flying is for us a highly mood-altering experience, enhanced by flying enough that we feel no hint of the qualms most people seem to have about it. Just as when you coast down a gentle hill on a comfortable bike, wind in your hair and smile on your face, your mood is transformed.

Flying also transforms static two-dimensional terrain into a 3D sculpture garden. Case in point, these rock formations just northwest of Zaca Lake.

9702 Zaca Rocks

9702 Zaca Rocks

It’s less noticeable in this 2D pic of course, but my eye still sees the shifting shape show it was while gliding past Tripp’s window. My eye wanders over it in mental moccasins. To the left of this outcrop, another part of the formation offers gargoyles.

9702 Gargoyles

9702 Gargoyles

Top edge, center is an eagle. Down a bit, at the right edge is an eagle’s head. Are you aware of any slight transformation in your mood or vision from looking at these tiny flat representations of the magic we experienced?


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