Folks, Happy Tuesday!
In case you missed it - yesterday I shared a brief about my time at Glendon Good’s Red Tail Cliff residence. I realize I left y’all hanging (on a cliff) with my helicopter comment.
Let’s dig into it.
I’ve always loved flying.
As a child, it felt mystical. You’d arrive at an airport, and a few hours later your entire lived experience would change. You enter different air. Different light. A different rhythm.
It’s a form of time travel.
As I’ve gotten older, commercial flights don’t carry the same magic. These days, I avoid economy seats whenever possible. My legs don’t fit. I’m sure you get it.
Over the weekend, I treated myself to my first helicopter ride. (h/t Mr. Good)
It was my final night in Sedona, and it felt right to leave on a high note.
It’s difficult to put into words what I felt. A mix of freedom, weightlessness, peace, and quiet exhilaration as we soared into the sunset.
Sedona is home to some of the most striking landscapes on Earth. Our pilot, Steve, told me it’s his favorite place he’s ever flown.
Seeing it from above, removed from roads, noise, and gravity, felt like a privilege. One I don’t take lightly.
I captured a few short clips from the flight. If you’d like to join the ride, you can find them here.
