Tripping Overland began as many things, one of them being a way to forgo the necessity of air travel in getting there. There is always a better way to go than stepping into a metal poop with wings and jet fuel at location A to get to destination B. Sure, for the sake of expediency airtravel is a a necessary evil. And it’s safe. Well, woo-fucking-hoo, let’s just all get hopped up on travel-sized vodkas and ambien, and jump the next Aerobus to whatever-third-world-island-we’re-exploiting-now on some shitty five-day four-night tour to languish jet-lagged on whitesand beaches and have the indigenous serve us sanitized versions of local fare. Ok, maybe I am overstating the point.
The truth is I love flying. Who doesn’t? It’s the most invigorating feeling I have ever had apart from being in the ocean (or with a woman).
There are many ways to change perception, to enhance perspective, to attempt a parallax view, and flying in a Cessna 172 Skyhawk–a four-seat, single-engine, high-wing fixed-wing aircraft, the most successful mass produced light aircraft in history, which barely goes over 105 miles per hour, likely less when stuffed like a tin can–is one of the best.
Aerial photography of Humboldt County coastline and interior foothills © Brett Richardson & Alex McKenzie