The name of this post reminds me of the last flight my Dad took, from a SoCal hospital to one in the Bay Area. We think of him and other departed loved ones on many of our flights to that region, and this flight was no exception.
2114 Breath of Life
Our wonder weekend began with this breath of life as we departed SBA. This is another reason for today’s title, because every flight brings us a deep breath of sweet Life as this magnificent world unfolds beneath our wings.
2157 Forgotten Airships
After a string of such miracles we landed briefly at San Jose to sign for a rental car we’d use the next day and then flew past these old airship hangars at Moffatt Field. I visited them during my brief career in Silicon Valley servicing electrostatic copiers, and gained access to the NASA wind tunnel on that base. Now the base is home to some Google planes and a wide spectrum of cutting edge techie toys. But flying over them was in part a flight back over my past lives in the Valley.
2257 Heart of SF
A few breaths later this slice of our panorama over San Francisco included a squiggle of boat wake beyond the buildings, and the eerily empty Bay Bridge ramp. Then we caught a glimpse of the ground we’d soon be haunting with young friends.
2271 Coit Climb
Bottom-right is the church at Washington Square where these friends share an apartment and kindly gave us a place to sleep in the heart of SF. That night we again climbed the streets to Coit Tower where we once went with our precious daughter. Then we passed the Presidio cemetery where we once visited Anne’s great grandfather together.
2299 Forgotten Hero
This forgotten hero came up with the idea that extinguished the great SF fire that followed the horrific earthquake there at the turn of the last century. Now he rests quietly, remembered by the dwindling circle that includes us.
2313 Left My Heart
We “stepped back” by flying out beyond the bridge for a look past it to The City as it shone in the distance like a treasured memory. A part of our hearts still dwells in this city by the sea, where we wandered in our youth and savored the Summer Of Love.
58_740 Dreamers
Now new dreamers dwell there, and we had the great good fortune to be hosted by a few. Related to our precious Molly by soul selection, this troupe of angels introduced us to their enchanted experience of all that now is San Francisco. So began the first day of our Life Flight.
John & Anne Wiley 
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