Stephen and Jay Takeover Northern Arizona

Stephen, my lovable, and small roomate, had the greatest urge to run to Flagstaff, KFLG. Interestingly enough, as pilots in training, we had landed there before; however, never explored, and okus this was our last night to relax before the celebrations of July 4th and before I went back home for the long weekend. So this trip was a must.

After my successful oral review of Instrument X-C flight planning with Ken, Stephen and I met up with Kevin, my larger commercial/CFI/CFII buddy from the Bay, to go eat some Buffalo Wild Wings. We mixed in fun with some spicy and mild wings, and tried to plan some drinking nights with Kevin, but it was a no go. All good though, it wasn't like Stephen and I were going to not drink anyways.

Back to the Mighty Subaru, the little white car that was going to transport our winged-satisfied-bodies from point to point. Surprised at this little thing's power, it kind of reminded me of Stephen, a little but strong guy. And as we made our way to KFLG, the night was cooling the blaze that Arizona carried, and the car was gaining performance with the temperature drop. We blasted some of the new tunes I either legally or illegally bought, bumpin our heads as we just cruised our way.

Barely into the night, Stephen and I finally reach Flagstaff. Small town, and ust like Kevin said, its just like Prescott but seems busier because everything is compacted together. And thinking in that sense, Stephen and I figured we could hit up a mall and walk around for awhile, but instead, we taversed through the empty campus of NAU, and desperately tried to accomplish our goal of discovery of a mall, instead to only climb and descend down hills, looking at beautiful homes that seemed to be worth nothing short of a million dollars.

And as we recieved the notion that there really isn't anyhthing to do unless you were 21 or older, we decided to make a trip to the gas station and hit up Sedona, KSEZ. I've already been there, but we just made that decision because we just wanted to hang out more and just do a grounded cross-country, all over Arizona. At the gas station, I bought some stacks and hooked up Stephen with some drinks to last the night, and at the cashier's Stephen decided to buy some Black and Milds. Oh, those small but so tasty cigars, reminded me of smoking cigars with Aditya to my first cigar with Steve. And so we took-off from KFLG to KSEZ, with a flight plan to walk around Sedona, while lighting up some cigars.

Landing was perfect. No one was in the vicinity, and the night provided just enough heat to warm two expeditious souls. And as we filled our buds with wined-smoke, we conversed about future plans within Stephen's school paper about editing and jourbalism and writing. We stared into the blank skies, painted with black and streaks of navy blue. We relaxed and stretched the good ol' legs for about half-an-hour, and buckled back up, for next stop Cottonwood, P52.

As we crossed over Cottonwood, we decided to just head for the cracktown of Jerome. That stinkin hole-in-the-mountain of a town, carried a stench of meth and crack rocks, as the night dwelled with lights lits of labs and kitchens cooking up something new and fresh for the dime bags. And, of course, Stephen and I carried a natural high of propellors and cigar smoke for exhaust fumes and Miller Chill for oil cooling, so we bounced to an area that Stephen knew. And this area...

This area was the most secluded and almost romantic spot that I can imagine in this world. Awkward to find it in Arizona of all places, but the reason. Oh the reason... the sky was clear as diamond crystal, reflecting its glimmering shinings with the stars, speckled across the night's blue and black. Shooting stars burned ferociously, tearing into the face, leaving small and imited scars that only a wish of a mid-summer night's dream can recall. This night was amazing, to say the least, glamorous, as it remained suspended in the thin air like the puffs of Black and Mild. The sky and the setting, Black and Mild.

And we made our final leg, back to Prescott, KPRC. Landing for me, was done with some hesitation, because I knew that this would slowly conclude Stephen's and my takeover of Northern Arizona. And so we ended the night, or dare I say began the morning around 2 a.m., with one final cigar from myself and a Miller Chill for each, ending as we started, chilled. And Norther Arizona has been discovered and conquered by two bored college students, two pilots. Flying and driving across routes travelled before, but noe with the intention of ours, adventure and takeover.