My buddy DJ worked with me back when I was a valet for the Delta King Hotel.  It was during my hours of free time sitting in the valet booth that I first started seriously talking about flying.  I had always been the kid who would look up as a plane flew by, imagining it was me up there flying the friendly skies.  I never thought though that it would be possible that I’d become a pilot myself as that was something for rich people.  But as I sat there in the valley booth on my laptop, bumming of some unlocked wireless internet connection, I started seeing prices for pilot’s license training that I thought I could afford.  Just an FYI: If someone ever gives you a rough estimate about how much it costs to become a pilot, double it and you might be there – just a side note.  
At this point in time, DJ was also talking about taking flight lessons as he apparently was also the kid that always thought it’d be cool to be a pilot (someone recently told me that is actually a common affliction among young kids, and that some just don’t ever quite grow up).  Apparently I didn’t grow up as fast as DJ as I jumped the gun and started training on an expensive loan, while he has patently waited as a logical person should wait, until they actually had the money. 
DJ’s grandpa has a cabin up on the shore  of Lake  Almanor just east of Chester  CA Chester 
It’s an idea that stuck, but seems like it took forever to make happen.  After almost four years as a pilot, it finally seemed like the trip was going to happen.  DJ Chanel and I were going to fly up where we would meet some friends and DJ’s wife up at the cabin.  Since we were planning this trip in what is normally mild California Sacramento 
The weather predictions that day said the wind was supposed to die down somewhat by evening, enough so that I knew I’d flow in similar conditions and could offer a little more confidence to my passengers.  As friends were meeting at the cabin, DJ ended up leaving that morning by car with his wife while Chanel and I would try to make it up when we could by airplane.  We ended up leaving around 7:00pm and arrived in Chester 
Taking all that into consideration, I would probably still take the plane if it were an option, let me try and convince you.  The easy reason is that it’s beautiful.  It’s different than flying in an airliner.  You are lower to the earth, much more connected to the scenery, looking across the horizon at amazing mountain ranges in one direction, the patchwork quilt of farm country below you and the destination somewhere in front, just waiting to emerge in sight.  On a more practical note, there’s no traffic, no brake lights, no cop cars looming around a freeway overpass, no people, just you.  That makes it so peaceful.  One of the best reasons though, is that it’s novel.  You drive around all day every day making it one of the most normal things you can do.  Getting on a plane to go somewhere instantly makes the trip more of an adventure, when you arrive, you really feel like you are on a special trip. But that’s not what really makes flying by small airplane special. 
After spending two days at DJ’s cabin, Chanel and I hopped in the airplane again and flew to Santa   Rosa Chester  to Santa   Rosa Chester  to Santa Rosa 
See, what happened is that after we had already told DJ that we could spend a weekend at Lake  Almanor , another good friend of ours invited us to their wedding all the way across the California  Valley  in Santa Rosa 
And that’s the beauty of a small airplane.  Making crazy illogical trips possible while also making the whole thing feel like an adventure, that’s aviation!
Just a side note, the trip cost from Sac to Chester , Chester  to Santa   Rosa 
 
