OK, OK, I’ll start posting again. Sorry for the long gap (Holy crap, my last post was in July!) but I’ve been busy. OK, maybe busy isn’t the best word, I guess LAZY would be more accurate. In my defense I really did have an incredibly busy skydiving season this summer. After two years of the worst weather I’ve ever seen we finally got a summer of nothing but sunshine and light winds, perfect for the jumping out of planes thing. The biggest problem was once I got behind in my posting about all the things I wanted to tell you all about there was no way I could catch up after working 15 hour days 7 days a week. But we’ve shut down the drop zone for the year and my excuses are running out so stand by for an avalanche of stories of the last six months. Maybe avalanche isn’t the best word either if past history is any judge.
4 Replies to “The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated”
About time Kerry!
We’ve had a decent summer over the pond flying wise, not without a few tales from gliding in the mountains that is. Many lessons learnt, Low + highspeed + mist = bad fast!
I didn’t think you were dead, just figured you were locked up in some Third World country after a ferry flight in which some mysterious lady from the Far East had stowed away on your aircraft and then she had been spotted by Customs Officials while you were busy refueling your aircraft from 55 gallon drums using garden hoses. Then I figured it would be a while before you could break out of the miserable Hellhole you and your co-pilot were being held in and make your way to the coast where you would stow away aboard a rusty tramp steamer. Then making your way slowly from port to port until you could get back to the States.
Busy? Lazy? Nah, I never thought of those reasons.
About time Kerry!
We’ve had a decent summer over the pond flying wise, not without a few tales from gliding in the mountains that is. Many lessons learnt, Low + highspeed + mist = bad fast!
I didn’t think you were dead, just figured you were locked up in some Third World country after a ferry flight in which some mysterious lady from the Far East had stowed away on your aircraft and then she had been spotted by Customs Officials while you were busy refueling your aircraft from 55 gallon drums using garden hoses. Then I figured it would be a while before you could break out of the miserable Hellhole you and your co-pilot were being held in and make your way to the coast where you would stow away aboard a rusty tramp steamer. Then making your way slowly from port to port until you could get back to the States.
Busy? Lazy? Nah, I never thought of those reasons.
Dang it Sarge, that exactly what happened but now that you’ve gone and told the story for me I’ll have to post about something else! Thanks a lot.
Glad to see you Back