Was it actual bush flying? Or just an unsanctioned flight around the peaks and through the valleys of the Three Sisters Mountains of central Oregon? I asked myself such questions when I sat down to write this. Regardless, it was a wild ride. I don’t pretend to know a lot about aircraft. Yet, I love flying. When a pilot from St. Louis offered to take me up in his 1957 Cessna 172, I jumped at the opportunity.
