Somewhere among all your stuff, there’s undoubtedly a stash of old logbooks. Mine are on a bookcase in the den—except the most recent of six, which is sitting open on the dining-room table, patiently waiting to be updated. It’s been several years since that’s happened, but I keep stickers for flight reviews and jot down details for currency (times, day, night, VFR, IFR, approaches, etc.) after each flight in a little daily planner for eventual transfer into the logbook…supposedly.
It Was a Very Good Logbook
Key Takeaways:
- The author reflects on the dual purpose of flight logbooks—as minimal legal records and detailed personal diaries—acknowledging her own early inconsistencies but valuing them for the rich memories they evoke.
- She intensely details 1968 as a year overwhelmingly dedicated to flying and instructing, during which she rapidly accumulated hundreds of hours, soloed 23 students, recommended 26, and earned a multiengine rating, largely isolated from significant world events.
- The article shares specific anecdotes from that busy year, including the maiden flight and engine troubles of her reassembled Pietenpol Air Camper, a forced landing, and the casual acquisition of her multiengine rating, expressing deep nostalgia for the people and unique experiences of that period.
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