I found flight schools alright, and saw figures like 300,000 associated with them. October I got on Google and got discouraged. Late September I hiked back to civilization, lathered myself in soap, made monster faces in mirrors wondering how I had gotten so tan, spent most of my money on ice cream bars and got a ride back to my home with a friend. My parents are not very computer savvy and did not dig up any interesting information, although they did send me enough money to get home after my job ended. I wrote letters home asking my parents to Google flight schools. At night I would lay in my tent looking up through the mesh roof and watch airplanes flicker through the tree limbs and scratch my feet. During the day I would trudge up switch backs carrying doublejacks and shovels and I would chisel at rocks and tear my nails and scuff my knees and I had foot rot. In August I was still living out in the woods. #STAR WATCH CASE COMPANY DEAD RECKONING COMPUTER FULL#This was an innane idea born from too much sweat and too many months without a shower and the people on my crew could hardly have been blamed for thinking that I was full of it. I figured that being a few thousand feet about the nearest dirt path was a good way to go. Mainly because I was sick of hiking and wanted a career as far from trail work as possible. Way back in June, when I was living in Yosemite National Park and cutting wood and moving boulders for a living, I decided I wanted to be a pilot. From the Top! Posted by selvaluna in Uncategorized.
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