I’m down here in Orlando taking the SIMCOM course for the C-90. Two other pilots are with me, and I’m tagging along in their car. We have the entire day to kill before check-in, so we decide to head to Fantasy of Flight. Out of the airport, we get a bit distracted, and I happened to mention the seaplane training I’d done a year before. They have a fantastic restaurant there, so I suggested we head that way.
When we get there – we ended up spending five or six hours at the fishing camp; talking with two former fighter test pilots who were there, and Bryan – the owner fly the seaplane school I introduced them to. I felt this place was a magical place, but you’d have to be of a certain mindset of think that. The two pilots that were with me certainly did – so I think I gained a few points.
Lunch was fantastic, and we headed north to the hotel after that. I was in a good place, but so keyed up I didn’t sleep much that night either.
Cherry Pocket is worth your time.