October 5, 2005 - Livermore, CA
The airport is pretty much as I remember it. That's the tower there on the left.
This is the ramp where my instructor jumped out and told me to do three
full-stop take off and landings. I still remember vividly the
feeling of flying the plane alone for the first time.
Although I didn't like the California traffic, I will say that the
weather was fantastic. The weather was as pictured for every one
of the thirteen days I was there. Blue skies, light winds,
shirt-sleeve temperature. I could have flown my Citabria here
every day. And those empty, rolling golden-brown hills!
You're talking some seriously good flying.
