I’m in a sentimental mood, remembering past family times as I look at more pix from our flight from San Diego family to San Jose family. We passed over Lake Nacimiento on the way, and I remembered trying to drive a car up a dirt path I’d taken down to the shore.
6908 Lake Holiday
It was on the left bank at the bottom, and my Dad was sitting and watching from the right bank. The episode ended with the car’s clutch burned out and a kind 4wd owner towing it up. Seems like another lifetime, that holiday weekend at the lake only a couple of decades ago.
As sunset approached we passed the airport at Hollister where there’s this family fun farm with pumpkin patch, go cart track, and other attractions including a giant maze.
6919 Fly-In Memories
Most families probably drive there, but there must be some who fly in and walk over to the farm. Regardless of how they arrive, some of those who go will be remembering their family time and how they thought it would go on forever.
It’s always interesting to see another aircraft when we’re flying, because most of the time they’re only distant dots. So when ATC pointed this helicopter and Tripp out to each other near Morgan Hill, I had to snap it. Having just passed another family fun pumpkin patch place, it looked like a flying pumpkin flying
6949 Flying Pumpkin
along the old Monterey Highway we drove when I was a small child in the back seat watching telephone wires seeming to sweep rhythmically up and down as we droned past. One night I heard the whistle of a steam train, and all those sensations are now mingled into this flashback that will soon be forgotten forever. How long before even our most vivid recent and delicious flying memories fade into darkness?
John & Anne Wiley 
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