When I got home from Washington State last year, I vowed that I would not return for the 2018 season. I bought a motorcycle and planned to ride it all summer long with my friends, Jacob and Terry. I live in Florida. I've made my life here since 1987. And there's a reason why I stay: I love Florida!
Since starting my little summer sojourn to Brewster, Washington in 2011, my stay up there got progressively longer. It mostly lasted six months. And it's fun, don't get me wrong, but it takes a huge chunk out of my life here where I call home. My boss at the helicopter company would like me to move to Washington full-time, but I just don't see that happening.
This year the helicopter industry finds itself in the midst of a pilot shortage. The ad we put for pilots got only a fraction of the views and very, very few resumes in response. We ended up not having enough pilots to cover the contracts for cherry-drying that were already in place. Early on during the process, it became clear that I'd have to go back and cover one of the ships. And that's what happened.
So here I go, on the road again...or more accurately in the air again. United Airlines has agreed to fly my butt up to the town of Wenatchee, where the boss will pick me up for the two-hour drive up the Columbia River to Brewster. This year, I'm only staying for thirty days.
Anyway, that's the plan.