There but for the grace . . .
This morning’s news of the Las Vegas helicopter crash was an sobering start to my day. Thirteen years ago, Eileen and I did that same excursion, on a perfect day in January.
No, the photo wasn’t taken on the rim of the Canyon. It’s a standard shot they do before you leave McCarron Airport. It was great day out and the memory has lived with us ever since. We were flown by the young man standing beside me. He was named Scott; that I remember clearly. So was the pilot of yesterday’s tragic flight, and I’m guessing it’s the same guy. Our thoughts and prayers are with him, the other three survivors and the victims.
My recollection of Papillon Tours is of a very professional outfit, who delivered all they promised and brought us back safe after a stunning flight. They do hundreds of these flights every year, without mishap. Later today, I will dig out the video and look at it, not with any sense of relief, but in memory of those who didn’t make it back yesterday.
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