AND SO WE SAY GOODBYE...


Here's Danny with his first officer, George, on his last day flying the Dornier 228.



Let's take a moment to bid farewell to this bird. The first time he sat in her cockpit as First Officer was in June, 2003, he had only 250 hours under his belt! This plane has greeted sunrise after sunrise with him behind the controls, and they've had some good times together, like, birds in the engines, a lot of passenger puke, dirt landing strips, amazing Grand Canyon thunderstorms, long talks with co-pilots, crazy climb-outs, topless river guides, a few (uninvited) kisses and phone numbers, ice covered wings, giving prisoners a "little bump", and a massive 3500 hours of flight time. He knew the ins and outs, the ups and downs, the all arounds and flew her like she was meant to be flown...

For me, the 228 has played an important role in our story. This is the airplane that flew me out to the Bar10 Ranch on the day that Danny first learned he would be a Daddy. (Sunday August 22, 2004)

But the cream of the crop, all time greatest moment in the 228 was November 17, 2008 when this airplane hosted our three kids' first flight with their Daddy as their Captain. She's part of our journey, inscribed in our family history forever. Thanks for the good times...