One of my strategies for logging more hours aloft this year than last involved listing all of the places I have planned or promised to visit by air since receiving my private pilot certificate. While I have yet to complete the list, I managed to check off one of the longest-neglected destinations over the weekend.
After weeks of rain, snow, ice, and wind, decent weather arrived in my neck of the Northeast. I had been watching the forecasts and was prepared to log at least a few hours as the sun took over the skies and temperatures clawed their way above freezing by Sunday. As usual, though, deciding on where to fly was a challenge—until I remembered my list. Near the top was Williamson-Sodus Airport (KSDC), near my sister MaryBeth’s home. I texted her, asking if she would be home in the afternoon.
