My daughter came out to the drop zone yesterday to get a few jumps in but decided that it would be more fun to do a bit of flying with dear old dad. She figured that because she will be flying with me on a few ferry trips across the pond this fall she might as well get in a little stick, (yoke) time on something bigger than a Cessna 172. She climbed into the right seat of the big Twin Otter like she flew it every day and aside from the time she spent taking pictures of the beautiful sunset was on the controls for everything except the landing, with jumpers landing all over the runway I figured that it would be best for me to be on the controls then. Today she will be doing three or four jumps and hopefully getting off student status. I guess we’ve got another airhead in the family.