Flying home from Phoenix our hearts were overflowing with memories of good times with great people gathered for the wedding. Taking off from Deer Valley (KDVT) we detoured a few miles out for a turn past downtown and a look at this cool red rock formation we admired from KPHX while waiting for an airliner there years ago.
It’s a pretty cool feature in the city, with trails and an open air amphitheater. On our long flight across the desert we were startled to see traces of snow atop San Jacinto Peak above KPSP (Palm Springs).
Soon another flood of memories. This time of an event that seems to loom large in my love of flying. A memory from infancy of watching in awe as my Dad took his first solo flight from Flabob Airport (KRIR).
Looking out across the compass star and runway toward Mt. Rubidoux distant memories of the region flooded back.
Before long Tripp had transported us home to the moist blue and green roots of our Santa Barbara memories.
Maybe a big gift of the many adventurous miles Tripp has taken us, is the ever deeper appreciation we have of our adopted Home.
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