Fall Under the Spell of the Nation’s Oldest City, St. Augustine
Greedily I drank from the Fountain of Youth and patiently waited, but, alas, the wrinkles and...
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Greedily I drank from the Fountain of Youth and patiently waited, but, alas, the wrinkles and...
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Old style leather flying helmet over my hair, goggles on my head, and scarf wrapped around my neck; I’m ready to take flight, feeling like Amelia Earhart and those 1920’s barnstormers. Pilot Dave Genet at the St. Augustine Regional Airport instructs me about the biplane and flight plan before explaining how to enter the open-air cockpit, “Step in backwards with the first leg and then slowly turn around as you lift the second leg.”
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