Back in November, my flying buddies Tim and Tony and I decided that it was time for a cross country to somewhere new.
The best thing about being part of a flying club has been the friendships I’ve made with other pilots — that sounds corny, but it’s much more fun to fly with other people. And flying with another pilot stretches your range by letting you swap seats and split legs with the other guy. It’s great.
And with three pilots, you can manage to go even further, spreading trips across three legs.
So the three of us crammed into the Archer (about 50 lbs. shy of max gross), and headed down to Accomack County Airport (KMFV) across the Chesapeake Bay on the Eastern Short of Virginia.