This was my second flight in a small plane for another route that made a lot of sense: going to Burning Man. The drive is just a bitch, and even a flight in an overloaded slower C172 was truly awesome in comparison.
After hitch hiking and having found a nice pilot who flew me from BRC to Reno to avoid the hellish drive home the previous year (I had a Reno -> SJC flight after that), I ended up looking for, and finding a pilot who was willing to pick a coworker and I up.
We did an 11th hour landing at BRC at the end of twighlight (cutting it a bit close), on the way back took off with only a few gallons to spare before we made it to the nearest refueling airport, and had an electrical failure just before landing in PAO, but eh, it sure beat the drive :)
The C172 that got us there
Racing the sun to the landing strip
It's over there somewhere, right?
Finding BRC was easy, finding the unlit landing strip was harder
After that flight, I finally decided that it was time to get my ass in gear, and get a pilot's license, something I started working on later that year.
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