I clearly recall the day in 1999 when my wife, Alexa, and I were driving to Bar Harbor, Maine, for a kayak excursion. Before reaching the busy downtown area, we passed the airport—Hancock County-Bar Harbor Airport (KBHB)—and as the road drew nearly parallel with Runway 22, we spotted a Mooney on its takeoff run.
The airplane swept past us, lifted off, and climbed smartly before flying out of sight on a south-by-southwest course, essentially headed toward New Jersey, which is home for us. Who knows where the Mooney was headed, but I recall telling Alexa that it would be in Jersey in a couple of hours. I think that fleeting experience planted a seed. Someday, somehow, I thought, we are going to land there.
