Like so many kids who grew up in the 1950s and 1960s, I was fascinated by space travel. Most of the kids I knew in Alaska had the same fascination. ...
My wife worked for Douglas Aircraft at the time, and she'd usually file for whatever vacation time she needed to turn what was nearly a nine- or 10-day holiday into two full weeks.
There's no place on Earth like The Bahamas.
One of the nice things about growing up in Alaska was the opportunity to fly a variety of airplanes.
Head south from the U.S. toward Antarctica, and you'll wind up paralleling a chain of mountains longer and taller than anything else in the Western Hemisphere. ...
I don't know about you, but if you're like me (and I know I am), you've probably sat on, stepped on, lost or broken at least five or six dozen pairs of sunglasses during your flying career.
The whole concept of flying with nothing more than electric power seems somehow anathema to aviation.
If you fly IFR long enough, you'll probably have the unpleasant experience of knowing someone who'll die in an IFR accident.
So far on this journey, which gives real meaning to the term cross-country, Mrs. Levinson and I have seen our first mercifully mild mountain waves, and we've vibrated our way through the strongest, most sustained turbulence we've ever seen.
The Sinai Desert isn't very big, but it certainly looks forbidding from the air: desolate black, hot mountains, seas of sand, and large plains of heat and misery. ...
Like the vast majority of pilots, I learned to fly in a relatively innocent two-seater.
Things aren't looking good at 6 a.m. on Monday, the morning my wife Theresa and I have planned a 10 o'clock departure from Hanscom Field, our home base near Boston, on the first leg of the trip of a lifetime to California and back.
I was cleaning the belly of my Mooney a while back following an annual inspection, and not enjoying the task.
Rod Machado is at the leading edge of the latter group, and his instruction books on the various aspects of learning to fly are some of the most readable and entertaining you'll ever encounter.
Mooneys have always had a charismatic appeal that seems to transcend their talents.
As one who has struggled across a few oceans in a variety of single- and twin-engine piston and turbine airplanes, I've been subjecting my ears to a long-term deluge of noise pollution.
In keeping with the bylaws of ethnocentrism, everyone judges the rest of the world by their own standards.
Diesel engines have been around for flying machines since the German rigid airships of the early 20th century.
As pilots, we're used to planning flights, and we know preparing for all eventualities helps ensure safer and less stressful flights. ...
With no form of motive power on the nose or wings, you might expect gliders to have limited altitude capability, but I quickly learned that's not the case. ...
The year was 1867. The price was $7.2 million. The seller was Russia. The prize was Alaska.
I'm one of those strange nutcases who has been flying with dogs for nearly as long as I've been flying, about 45 years.
At 0800, the engines begin to crank over. The field begins to rumble as the sounds of the props turn.
Handshakes are offered all around as the early morning quiet muffles discussions about density altitude and engine cooling.
I bought my first airplane, a Globe Swift, from a retired petroleum engineer and A&P mechanic who had lavished hundreds of hours on his airplane. ...
Last month, I made my first general aviation trip to Canada, as copilot of a Pilatus PC-12.
It was 1998, and my ride was one of the last of the Mooney MSEs, better known as the 201.
It was late December, and I had been stuck in Guam for five days, waiting for a stubborn typhoon to move out of the way between America's westernmost territory and Japan.
The love bite of beguiling trade winds, the rolling slap of crystal, turquoise waters against varnished gunnels and a primal urge to explore magical places can become a sailor's undying passion.
I was delivering a Malibu to Neuquen, Argentina, a few years ago, flying the route we usually take to Patagonia in South America.