Dog Island, one light house, one ruff landing strip.
Brids Eye View
Friday, June 11, 2010 § 0
Crisp frosty grass crunched under my feet as i went to start the car, thousands of stars sparkled in the sky, i hate being up this early in the morning. We slid down to bluff on the icy road through thick patches of fog, arrive at the hanger 7.45 its still dark and really foggy, we sit it out, the sun pops up, the fog burns off, Tyson starts the copper 5 min later we are 5000 ft above bluff.
