John & Anne Wiley

2010/06/04

Everyday Miracles

Filed under: Aviation,Flying,Happiness,Has Photos,Nature,Random,SB Region — John @ 05:47

So often when we fly the ethereal permeates us. This seems to happen most often when flying the SB area, so close to the center of things. Today the weather forecast was a little discouraging, so we talked about waiting for a better day. It couldn’t have been. Immediately after takeoff, once we climbed above the haze, puffy white clouds added notes of paradise along the coast or clinging to hills. The stuff of dreams.

6635 Cloud Shroud

6635 Cloud Shroud

We did keep close to home in case clouds moved over the airport again forcing us to land at Santa Ynez and take a bus or cab home. Also, the winds were pretty strong at the ridge line though turbulence was mild when we stayed high enough.

6645 Shapes & Textures

6645 Shapes & Textures

Over in the valley it was clear, and we enjoyed the timeless symmetry of the dance between agriculture and ranching.

6646 Gaviota Gloom

6646 Gaviota Gloom

Turning back toward home, what was probably a close and somewhat gloomy day at Gaviota Beach was for us a glorious soft work of art.

6659 Toward the Gate

6659 Toward the Gate

Minutes later, looking back along the coast toward Point Conception, the magic of it all was nearly unbelievable. We could well imagine how the Chumash people believed this to be the “Western Gate” where souls pass to the paradise of Similaqsa. To fly is to dream. To dream is to live.

2010/05/31

Quiet At Home

Filed under: Aviation,Flying,Happiness,Has Photos,Inner World,Nature,Random,SB Region,Tripp — John @ 19:59

We enjoyed a quiet Sunday, puttering around the house and entertaining a friend. That fits the quiet mood of some pix from Friday’s flight to Lompoc. According to a comment on my first Edhat post from the flight, the Knapp’s “castle” ruin now has caretakers. I imagine the silence up there must be powerful. Especially at night, when the coyotes aren’t singing and you can hear every little sound of nature around you, looking over sleepy Paradise Valley to the Sierra Madre beneath silent stars beyond.

6543 Knapp's Castle

6543 Knapp's Castle

There’s a different sort of quiet around the mansion at Michael Jackson’s former Neverland Ranch. It had been unkempt after he moved out, but since his passing it has been restored. The massive oaks stand quietly as if contemplating the people and activities from past times. There’s something so forlorn to me about this place, and it will be interesting to see what will happen there next. See our photo page for other aerials, including the train depot, zoo and rides.

6561 Neverland Mansion

6561 Neverland Mansion

Another study in celebrity retreats we “visited” again was Brad Pitt’s place on the beach near El Capitan. I wonder if he visits there or will sell now that he’s mostly in New Orleans, and what the white open tent is used for (and how it has survived the freaky ferocious winds we’ve had this year!). I imagine him sitting with loved ones quietly sipping some cool drink and listening to the waves lapping on his beach.

6590 Brad Pitt's Beachhouse

6590 Brad Pitt's Beachhouse

As we tied Tripp’s tail to the ground back at her home airport, we heard a bumblebee busily browsing little yellow flowers. Darting so quickly even this 1/800 second exposure is blurred, it still evoked a lazy summer mood in us.

6607 Browsing Bee

6607 Browsing Bee

Perhaps our languid flight, glimpses of quiet homes, and the enchanting weaving of the bee all fit somehow with the quiet mood of our holiday weekend. Shall we go untie Tripp today and have a new adventure?

2010/05/01

Aloft At Last!

Filed under: Aviation,Flying,Happiness,Nature,Random,SB Region — John @ 04:06

It’s been a while since we’ve flown, and my “feathers” were getting itchy! Since our last flight, we waited a few days in order not to seem addicted, then the fog rolled in, then the winds came. Today we decided even with the wind reporting 16 gusting to 21kt, we’d at least go to the airport for a look. On the Hwy.217 toward UCSB we could see a 172 in the pattern, and we cheered loudly.

I got some great shots of UCSB and other sights around town, but one of the more unusual was this banner tow traildragger. Not just the massive radial engine on such a tiny old plane, but the way seals (sea lions? sea elephants?) were watching it.

6106 Banner Tow

6106 Banner Tow

6103 Volleyball Viewers

6103 Volleyball Viewers

These are the volleyball courts on East Beach, and today there was a massive tournament on West Beach that probably attracted the banner advertiser. While flying around, I guess the pilot decided to entertain all of the volleyball players and the pinnipeds offshore.

Today I finished importing our Big Adventure blog from blogspot.com onto this WordPress.com blog where I find it easier to write, and to insert photos. Hopefully this ease will encourage me to start blogging more frequently. We’ll see… 🙂

2009/10/28

Water Everywhere

Filed under: Big Adventure,Has Photos,Nature — John @ 00:55
We had a quietly playful day in Greenville. The few times I checked aviation weather for our route, it felt wonderful to be on the ground. It was a refreshing day, after so much flying yesterday, and in such a fun place. Strolling the spiffed up downtown and splashing in puddles, ducking into shops and cafes along the way until we reached the (Reedy?) river again. A heron was patiently fishing next to the rock wall below last night’s restaurant, highlighting how well the city has integrated nature and development.

I caught this angle on the footbridge that conveys some of the sweeping arc it makes over the river.
This is the view up-river with our restaurant at the right lower corner of the building and next to that on the left is one of the several theatrical venues we saw. You might be able to make out another pedestrian bridge beyond the Main Street bridge across the river.

Downtown has slow traffic and wide sidewalks, with an elegant canopy of trees.
It rained very hard once, but most of the day was light rain and fairly warm. We shot this from today’s dinner choice a couple of blocks away from the river on Main, with a wicked muffin/ice cream/Kahula dessert at Trio across the street.
Tomorrow we hope to take flight again, hopping across GA for FL. We’ll probably stop often to check weather, since scattered thunderstorms are possible and I’d like to stay well clear. We’ve also found a small airport in Daytona near our next destination where we can land and get my FAA pilot medical certificate. I just had a complete physical, but I need the mini one from an FAA “AME” because time “flys” (so to speak) and I thought mine wasn’t due until next year. Pretty cool that we can take care of it right at the little airport!
We’re refreshed from our day off, and Richmond feels like several weeks ago. Hope only two new states tomorrow doesn’t seem too slow. 🙂

2009/10/27

Time Travel

Filed under: Big Adventure,Flying,Has Photos,Nature — John @ 03:40
Several times tonight we’ve expressed amazement that yesterday we were in DC. Jot down your guess as to how many states we were in today. Late in the morning we rose out of Richmond and gazed in silence at this historic spot. Where the river ran we imagined legions of grim civil war encampments. None of the dozen or so people we spoke with during our overnight stay made any mention of that time, and we didn’t bring it up. Instead we asked people what they most like about living there, and received vague answers about work and family.
We headed into West Virginia, and were surprised by two things. First how smoky the Smoky Mountains are, along with the Allegheny, Blue Ridge, Appalachians and Shenandoah ranges we crossed. They’re scenic, but the photos make the haze even worse so we’re relying on our mental images rather than our hazy pix. Another thing that stood out in WV is how many mountains no longer do. That is, vast areas are chopped flat where entire mountains have been blasted flat to extract coal more cheaply than by mining. The rivers and lakes look polluted, and we imagined what’s no longer there reflected in stagnant black pools.

Surrounding states like Kentucky didn’t seem to have much mountain mauling going on, and the colors in KY were bright as you can see looking back at Pikeville where we turned south.

We got fuel, junk food and sweet hospitality from the kind people of beautiful little Elizabethton, TN.
After crossing the mountains we stopped briefly in Asheville, NC where we’d visited a friend several years ago, and we enjoyed seeing it this time from the air.
We reached Greenville, SC just at dusk. Last night in Richmond we rummaged the web for a nice place for tonight, and I was struck by the tales of this place. Waterfalls in the restored downtown, and an airport in the city. Lots of art, theater, music and the sorts of things we enoy in Santa Barbara. After checking into the hotel we walked Main Street looking at menus and wound up at an affordable gourmet place overlooking the waterfalls. Walking back we took a detour down along the falls and up across the majestic curving pedestrian footbridge. Here’s a long exposure of the view back across to our restaurant.

Now it looks like weather might conspire to give us another night here, so we might go back to the airport and fetch our bike for some daytime exploration. Anne’s eyes filled with tears tonight as she realized the end of this Big Adventure is approaching. So many places still to look at and to briefly sample, but not much more than a week remaining.
Oh, states we’ve landed in today: VA, WV, KY, TN, NC, SC = 6 + Confusion. The state of Confusion is enhanced when we think about also being in DC, DE, MD for a total of 9 within 27 hours. You might recall my mention of “prop advance,” where flying for an hour makes everything you did before that seem like it happened yesterday. I doubt you can really imagine that taken to an order of magnitude, but lest you feel concerned I can assure you it’s FUN! We’re experiencing a sort of time travel, both back and forward. Walking “home” we talked about our early childhoods and our approaching old age, all stimulated by this amazing trip. It’s as if all we have ever been or could be opens beneath us in an arc over this enchanted orb we linger upon.
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