It was last week when I received a text out of the blue from my step-brother in law (BJ). It was in this conversation that he asked me if I was interested in flying to St. Louis, of course, I was up for the trip! Fast forward a few days later and I am sitting in a small four-seater plane on my way to Missouri. We weren’t positive what we were going to do that day but we knew we had two hours to make something happen, and we did.
We radioed into air traffic control signaling our landing, once we were cleared from the tower we departed down on the strip. We parked the plane, grabbed a courtesy car, and departed on our adventure. BJ and I quickly made our way to Pappy’s Smokehouse where we both quickly downed a half rack of ribs two sides and a soda. We then headed toward the gateway arch a stamp on urban America. Reaching 630 feet and covered in stainless steel. The arch allowed for great photos, a wonderful view from the top, and an experience I will never forget.
By the time we had gotten through these two stops we realized we had met our time limit and it was time to head back to the airport–St. Louis Downtown Airport– to depart on our way home. We were lucky that the wind was on our back as we lifted off into the air. We cruised home at a steady 170 mph and made it back in record time. In just 1 hour and 20 minutes, we traveled over 200 miles. It was a great day, full of great memories.