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Returning from Alaska

Returning from an Alaskan retreat, I am different.

Nothing earth shattering and most likely not noticeable to most people I come into contact with.

Back home, the sky has not changed, the trees stand tall against the summer blue, and the grass is coarse from overdue rain.

Obligations, bills, demands, job – waited at the front door for the week to pass and my return.

Emails arrive in the overflowing inbox and the phone still rings.

Lines form at registers waiting for morning coffee.

But something is different.

I left here in a chaotic state, doubts of the pathway I built and have stayed on, despite the uncertainty. I was clinging to the next day or week, hoping that it will be different from today, that if I just hold-out, the answers and next direction will reveal themselves.  I had become complacent and stagnant.

How many years was I going to relinquish control of my path to outside forces with unknown names and unfamiliar faces?

Something is different now that my feet are on the ground here. What happened up there in the Alaskan wilderness?

I walk to the backyard and stand on the cement patio with coffee.  The morning sun rays begin to touch treetops and the golden glow is stark against the deep blue sky.  But I do not see this and I do not hear the ravens playing in the fields beyond the hill.

Lost in some thought I cannot place, my eyes close and I am back in Alaska with a river stretching to the base of distant mountains.  I am flying above glaciers and standing so close I can taste the cold.  I am riding an ATV through forest and open fields until I stand overlooking the river valley and and lose myself to the silence, the beauty, and the immense landscape.

That is what I see now that I am back home.  Now that I have returned from an Alaskan retreat, the burdens I left here with have been replaced with nature, tangible things I can see, touch, smell, taste.  Things that will my mind and push everything else out.  In return for this gift, I am more silent, thinking before I speak, and keeping more calm and control of myself as I attempt to cope with the present and push for a different future that I create.

 

Drone Resources and Websites

I have spent a few hours with learning and flying a drone, crashing a into trees a couple of times, and missing the manual landing more than hitting the pad.  All of this is get practice and build skills for eventual commercial piloting (more information below).  I have found the Autel Robotics drone to be an excellent mix of performance, quality of photos and video, support, and cost.  In the next post, I will talk briefly about other manufactures and how they compare to the Autel Robotics.

Some useful websites for the FAA Part 107 drone operator testing and certification for commercial operation.

The following website is for registration of your drone if it meets criteria outlined by the FAA, which applies to most drones on the market today.

The following is a short list of drone manufactures that I have experience with, either from flying or researching the next drone that will be added to the Willow River Dynamics fleet.

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Poem – Standing on the Edge

Standing on the edge
of the mountains I have built

I am alone and yet my content
fills the valley.

Shadows cross my eyes
and in the that moment

waves of snow and ice
fall upon me from the heavens.

I slept that night on the peak
as the sky cleared and the crystal

horizon morphed into a canvas
filled with stars and the cosmos.

I woke days later beside myself
and free-floating.

Upon the arctic winds
I let go and fell

into and out of each
deep crevasses until

I stopped, standing upon
the shoreline of an ancient sea.

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