
We've returned to my trailer in Florida for a week before heading north to Ridgely, Maryland for Zhenya's last competition in the States, after which she'll return to Russia.
Zhenya has dedicated her final days at this airpark to learning to fly the Dragonfly, something in which only two months ago she was thrilled to simply get a ride.

She soloed two days ago. Her instructor even made of movie about the event (found here.) Afterwards she given carte blanche to take one up whenever she chose. Believe me, she chose often.
This morning she rose so early to fly that not another soul was stirring on the airport. After pulling a Dragonfly out of the hangar and preparing it for flight, she returned to my trailer and poked her head in.
"Can you come out in a bit and make sure I'm still alive?" Usually there had been many Dragonfly-qualified people about to passively oversee her flying but not this morning. I understood her concern and, once I'd make a cup of coffee, I walked out to the grass runway carrying the coffee in one hand and dragging a chair in the other. I sat down just off the side of the runway to take a few pictures of her alone in flight. After a few landings and take offs, she taxied over to me. "Do you want to take some pictures?" she asked.
"Yes, I am," I said. "I've taken quite a few while you land."
"No," she said. "I mean up there. Do you want to come along?" She nodded her head towards the empty back seat.
I've been flying aircraft since I was 14 and, though I've never been checked out in a Dragonfly, I have no doubt I could fly it right now without instruction. That's the logic. The emotion of that moment, however, was very, very different. It felt like I was being offered a ride on the back of an eagle's wings where my faith was far more important than my skills.

Our twenty minutes of darting between and around the low clouds of that morning felt like the ride of a lifetime to me. It felt like the greatest dance I have ever shared with anyone. Moreover, the tables had been turned. It was a gift to me...the gift of flight I'd been giving others ever since I got my license on my 16th birthday.
Life is good.

