Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Miss D. arrived safely home today after spending a couple of days visiting with Brigid, Tamara and other blogging friends in the Indianapolis area. I met her at a local airport at about 11.30 this morning, after we'd been apart for almost three months while she put the finishing touches to her airplane and flew the 4,000 miles from Alaska, down the Alcan Highway to Montana, then across the country from West to East, dodging thunderstorms and other hazards en route.
I'm very, very proud of my lady. Over the course of almost four years, she bought a vintage 1941 aircraft that was literally in pieces, the wings entirely disassembled and lacking spars; endured crippling injuries, yet pushed herself through rehabilitation therapy to such an extent that she could resume a normal life, despite ongoing problems with pain and the after-effects of the injuries; rebuilt the wings around new spars, re-covered them, and renovated the fuselage and other bits and pieces; and this year, flew the plane for the first time, got her type rating in it, then brought it home over all that distance. All in all, that's a hell of an achievement by anyone's standards.
In case you couldn't tell, I'm not only very proud of my wife, I love her very much, too. It's wonderful to have her home again.