Gina, Jerry Lee, and Holly on Limbo Beach, Orkney
Gina, Jerry Lee, and Holly on Limbo Beach, Orkney
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The Backstory:

Travel with The Driftaway Dogs

from cockpit to caravan... and beyond

Preflight

Gina and Stella, the hunt horse Gina and Stella

It was just after graduation and there I was,* unused Master's degree in hand, working at the local stable to pay for my riding lessons and clinging to my dream of owning a horse.

 

One fateful afternoon, a well-turned-out young rider flounced into the barn, hopped onto her expensive horse, and trotted off to the training ring, leaving me standing in her dust.

 

And I suddenly realized that while working at the barn was fun, it sure wasn't going to get me a horse. As chance would have it, my pilot father had an idea... I should go to flight school.

 

Believing his promise that if I became a pilot I'd have enough money to buy a horse and plenty of free time to ride it, off I went to enroll at FlightSafety Academy in Vero Beach, Florida.

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*Because every good hangar story starts with "and there I was."

Takeoff

And so I found myself as a shiny new pre-solo student, sporting the plain gray epaulets that meant I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.

 

The day I soloed and earned my new epaulets with their thin silver stripe was a proud day indeed. I'd flown—and more importantly landed—alone and survived, and I had the stripe to prove it!

 

Over the next year and a half I earned all of my pilot and instructor licenses, then I went on to become an instructor in my own right.

 

But after a year of teaching stalls, spins, and steep turns, it was time for the major leagues... for the big game... for the show. In other words, it was time to head to the airlines.

 

The next stop on my aviation journey was Atlanta, Georgia, home of Atlantic Southeast Airlines, a regional airline with a nifty call sign.*

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*Acey, in case you were wondering.

Gina and Cherokee N9236L after first solo First solo

Enroute

Gina in the Captain's seat in cruise climb Cruise-climbing Captain

One nice thing about becoming an airline pilot was that I launched my career as a First Officer wearing three stripes on my epaulets, which was a big improvement on having no stripes at all.

 

I started off flying the Embraer Brasilia, spending two years as an FO before upgrading to Captain on the Brasilia, where I flew for three more years.

 

After that, the writing was on the wall—regional jets were the wave of the future. I wasn't happy to leave the Brasilia, but I transitioned to the left seat of the Canadair Regional Jet and flew it for the next five years.

 

But there's just no pleasing some people... even being a jet Captain wasn't what I really wanted to do. For almost as long as I could remember, I'd dreamed not only of owning a horse, but of living in England.

 

I hadn't been able to work out how to make that happen, but after ten years at ASA, everything changed—I got a job at FlightSafety's new training facility near London.

Landing

So with high hopes and a five-year visa in hand, I made a leap of faith across the pond from the cockpit into the instructor's seat in a simulator.

 

Now I just had to bring my two German Shepherds over from America, and I really would be living my dream. Alas, the best laid plans and all that... it wasn't meant to be.

 

Like so many other industries, aviation took a huge hit in the recession, and like so many other people, I was told that I was surplus to requirements.*

 

And with typical perfect timing, I found myself out of a job just before my dogs joined me in Britain and right after I'd bought a house. It figures.

 

When the job went, so did the work visa, but I finally found a use for that Master's degree when I parlayed it into a three-year resident's visa.

 

Now we could stay in the UK, but I couldn't afford to stay in my house... and even in dog-loving Britain it's not easy to find a place to rent when you have two big dogs.

 

Time to think outside the box.

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*It's a polite way to say, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Gina, Westminster, and the Thames Gina, Westminster, and the Thames

Postflight

The Driftaway Dogs: Jerry Lee, Gina, and Holly Gina and The Driftaway Dogs

Or in this case, I had to think inside the boxa little caravan with all the amenities and just enough space for two German Shepherds and their girl.

 

I rented out my house and bought The Jeep From Hell to tow my caravan, and the summer after my dogs arrived, we hit the road.

 

I had no real plans and no spare cash until I sold my house, but what began as a sort of desperation play to keep a roof—even a tin one—over our heads turned into the adventure of a lifetime.

 

In our caravan, The Driftaway Dogs, we traveled Great Britain from tip to toe. From Land's End to Shetland, we took thousands of photos and made countless memories.

 

When my visa expired, we had to go back to the U.S. Those three years on the road flew by, but we never had so much fun before or since.

And beyond...

I've taken the proverbial long and winding road to get to where I am, and I was incredibly lucky to have had such perfect travelling buddies to wander that road with me. Back now in the U.S., I've come full circle in my professional career and I'm again doing what I do best: researching and writing.

 

... And I'm still hoping that one of these days I'll be able to get that horse.

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