I once flew into a box canyon on purpose.
A friend of mine lived in a canyon between Pacific Palisades and Malibu on the southern California coast. He’d introduced me to a powerful men’s weekend retreat and it course corrected my life. That one retreat helped me achieve the dream of becoming a pilot, and so when I got my helicopter license, I decided to give him a view of his home like he’d never seen it.
He accepted the gift. That day, we departed Torrance Airport to the east instead of to the west due to strong easterly winds. Temperatures were also unusually high for December. [Read more…]