The Teeter blog will become a Travel Blag

We've arrived safely in Zurich, with no loss to personal property, arrests, or horrific injury. More to come.

I'm not a Teeter, but I am a pilot.

Today, after seven months of studying, practice flying, varying degrees of elation, frustration, and excitement that occasionally bordered on terror, I passed my private pilot checkride. I can take passengers to far off distant places, fly into busy airspace, and walk with the confidence knowing that I can fall back to a career of smuggling drugs across the border.

I'm incredibly grateful to my instructor, Paolo Resmini for his guidance, good humor, and patience, and to the main Teeter in my life, Alyson Teeter-Baker for letting me stay up late to read the FAR/AIM and steadily drain our bank accounts.