always scanning the skies and always a
closer look toward the northwest.
Would this be the day, he'd always think,
is there enough daylight, do I have enough
gas, which way is he drifting. Today was
perfect, a dead wind, it was going to be as
smooth as silk. A look toward the northwest,
and there he is. This is the day he'd been
waiting for. And he's only 6 or 7 miles away.
Aircam climbs out to match his altitude. At
about 3 miles out he notices the target
descending. That's alright he thought, I'm at
1200 ft, I can power back to idle and glide
the rest of the way. Gas would not be a
problem today. One half a mile and closing.
The target was now only 20 ft. off of the
tree tops. I can do that too he thought.
Aircam gave him a radio call. There was no
response. He made a 360 around him,
exchanging waves and pictures. Time to turn
toward home. It had been many sightings.
And today they finally met. Not a spoken
word between them, and they both would tell
you the same thing. It doesn't get any better
than this.