WUI (Writing under the influence)

Somebody once said we are all Americans, sometimes born in the wrong places.
On a warm autumn day in 1986, while enjoying beer with my college buddies,
I decided to join my new homeland.

I've come to appreciate the ideals that helped create this great country.
Liberalism, political-correctness, multiculturalism and moral equivalence
are destroying it.

This old house Grovenet Wal*Mart Visiting Poland American wine better than French.

Sunday, July 17, 2005


Concourse d'Elegance in air

Every year in mid July, Forest Grove becomes a big parking lot. All kinds of old and otherwise weird cars and car enthusiasts overwhelm the town. But this year I was able to escape the hot weather and hot wheels. My youngest daughter's Godmother is a commercial pilot. To keep her license current, she flies from time to time from the Twin Oaks Airpark and needs passengers. She invited me and my father-in-law for a short flight to the Oregon coast. And I just couldn't say no.

The plane - 4-person Cessna. The Twin Oaks operator rents it for $70/hour. This model has double controls. I'm told I will be flying. Last chance to take the back seat.

Shortly after the take off, I'm getting used to various instruments I will be using shortly on our flight to the coast.

Henry Hagg Lake is pretty busy on a hot day. No exception today.

Captain Z.

I flew the plain for a few minutes above the coastal range at 4,600 feet.

Cape Meares - my favorite place on Oregon coast.

Going Flying to my favorite place.

Enter. Click on the picture and you should see the beginning of a tunnel.

Exit. Click on the picture and you should see the exit from the tunnel in the shadow. The very low tide allows to walk around the cave on the other side but it's very rare. I've visited the cave a few times.

My favorite place in one frame.

Tillamook bay and Tillamook town in one frame.

Flying over my house on the way back to the airport.

My house is the one with the brand-new red roof.

Back on steady land.

Nice pictures Krystof. I envy your flying. Used to do some of that about 60 years ago. Still miss it.
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