Fearless flying

THE GROUND WHIZZED BY beneath us in a blur of earthy tones as we lifted off from the Los Mochas airport aboard a twin-engine Piper Seneca—a plane just big enough for six people, counting the pilot. My close friend manned the controls, and although I occupied the copilot seat, I was clueless about all the instrumentation before me.

Since it was too noisy to talk, I passed the time sightseeing and praying as we made our way north from Mexico toward California and home. Our only in-flight emergency arose when one of the kids, then about five, said he really needed to go to the bathroom.

October 29, 2001
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