It is a sad day, I just sold my 1947 Piper Cub. I enjoy living and working in Mexico, but giving up my Alaska pick up, was hard to do. After thousands of hours, many adventuresome flights, from Alaska To Florida and some epic fishing and hunting, I had to bite the bullet and sell it.
When I first came to Mexico I only planned on helping a client out for a few months. I lived in Alaska, and planned on living there for the for the remainder of my life. The next thing I knew, I was maried, living and working in Mexico full time. I left the plane in WA and held on to it for over 10 years turning down offers to buy it simply for sentimental reasons. The cost of maintaining something I only used a few days a year, eventually became far more than the sentimental value.
Selling the aircraft isn't what really hurts. The plane was only metal and fabric, but it was the last symbol of a lifestyle, in the Alaska wilderness, that I know is forever in my past. My Mom is fond of saying she is glad I finally grew up, and now that the last reminder of my carefree youth is gone, I guess I truly have.
I landed at a friends place last spring and had my wife take a picture.( posted here) I didn't know that was going to be my last flight, but I am glad I was able to get a picture on a nice sunny day. I flew over the rivers and lakes I fished in my youth, making it memorable last flight. Sale was done over the internet and phone, so I didn't have the expense of flying to WA to complete the deal. I was glad I didn't have to take time off of work, and spend money going to WA, but I sure would have liked to have piloted, one more flight around my old stomping grounds.
As the old saying goes, one door closes and another one opens. I may not be able to fly in to fish remote streams in Alaska, but my dream of catching DD bass in Mexico is no longer just a dream. The Bait Monkey is all over my back now that he thinks I might have some extra cash. The Monkey is going to have to wait. My wife and I have bought a small piece of land in the mountains near Puerto Vallarta, and we are using the money to build a cabin. The land just happens to be a mile from a lake with large bass waiting to see their first lure.
I may no be able to fly high above the ground, but every time a catch a trophy bass, I feel like I can touch the sky.