Friend,

After weeks of planning our international flight to Loreto, Baja California
Sur, we finally made it!

After 4.5 hours of flying south, Blair and I were greeted with a 17 knot
crosswind on landing.

I entered the pattern in a crab. Blair said he felt like he was doing a
side shuffle at wrestling practice. He wanted to know how much more
power I had to use on landing to counter the wind.

"You just feel it out based on your coordinates and the windsock, dude."

He reminded me that we didn't need a wind sock to gauge the wind.
"Look at the white caps on the water and you know exactly where to point
the nose," he said, reassuring himself.

"You got that right. Always have a plan B."

Lifting off out of Phoenix with the sunrise, we were met with a
screaming tailwind that ushered us to the border way earlier than
expected. Smooth, cool air, we only felt it as mega-horsepower.

He joked that, "I bet you think your plane is a jet right now, don't you."

I reminded him that I always think my plane is a jet.

Less than an hour into the flight, we were staring at The Sea of Cortez.

We saw white, not blue.

Bleached sand framed the Vermilon Sea and marked our
first water crossing. Far below, fishing boats trolled the waters.

(I thought of Facebook trolls sitting at their computer talking shit
on topics they know nothing about...like starving apes, they feed
off headlines in the media and think they're being fed full meals.)

Blair reminded me that in the event of an emergency landing, "try
to make it to the beach so that we can at least rebuild your jet...Sure,
we could do a nice water landing, but I don't want this plane sinking
to the bottom."

True Blair. I made him do the math to calculate how high we would need
be to make it to the beach from the middle of the sea.

We took a few selfies to break up the time. Looking at them, Blair
was clearly a young man, not a boy anymore. And ever since take
off, his enthusiasm and questions matched his maturity.

That's why we do these trips.

If he was in a boring ass classroom, I'd never experience his
progress. It would be shown to me in short bursts, over time.

To me, experience is life's only true currency...So we try to get out of
school as much as possible.

Plus, showing him the Sea of Cortez is far better than telling him
about it.

Same in any school subject.

Schools are dead-set on telling kids to memorize useless crap. And kids
are sick of useless crap. Eventually they turn against their parents
after decades of being fed useless crap...I don't blame them.

Showing is better than telling.

So this week, I'll be showing Blair aviation, whales and camping on the
beaches of the Baja.

...Hovering over the center line, we kicked in our left rudder and straightened
our ailerons to stick our landing...we were eating clams on the beach soon
after. Blair saved a crab from a hungry Pelican.

Dare to Live Young,

The People's Chemist

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