That’ll teach me not to update my logbook straight after flying. My landing back into Camden a few weeks ago, after my latest 35 hour safari, took me across that illusive milestone, my first thousand hours flying. Wow … this has been a long time coming … endless memories over 17 years of ecstatic, nervous, exhilarating, terrifying and wonderful hours of flying.
Here’s cheers to Parko – he knows who he is. Dads always do.