A buddy and I went flying this morning, from Gillespie Field out in El Cajon. We had a lovely li'l SkyHawk, and we zipped away from the surly bonds of earth, which are particularly plangent in El Cajon, and ducked past the edge of El Capitan, over the high eastern ridges that form the guard wall of the region, and down among the high canyons and valleys of the mountain passes and --swoosh!--down into the Anza Borrego desert. We did a few touch-and-gos and went over to the Agua Caliente airstrip for a look see, and then back over the hills and into El Cajon and down to earth once again.

It was loverly, but it feels very strange to be 4,500 feet up, looking down on the kingdoms of earth from a seat in a vibrating tin shell...very strange.


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