Ella planned a father's day flight to the islands, but with clouds at 300' we took a raincheck. Instead we ferried the airplane back its base in Arlington...
...through the mist...
...surrounded by nothing by white...
...no direction, no landmark, no guidance...
...except for a voice on the radio speaking in code and a complicated set of dashboard instruments. "This is the button you press if we have an emergency," Ella told me, pointing to a small black button on my side of the dash.
Finally flew above the lower clouds into a slot of blue, Mt. Rainier rising like an island from a misty sea, gleaming in the sun.
It's a faith-flight, being a dad--listening for guidance, keeping straight on the course when there is no evidence that you're going in the right direction, when you're not even sure what direction is right...except for the Voice saying, "This is the way walk in it."
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