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since Rocky last flew through there, the river looked good and the fishing was probably still wonderful. Rocky filled the dog’s water bowls under the outside faucet and she tanked up from the mineral water bottle. She was not feeling very hungry probably because of the heat. The dogs were not at all hungry and Rocky tied them out in the shade of the plane, and walked quickly to the airport cafe. Even though she was not hungry she ordered eggs, toast and hash browns, which was all that sounded tempting. Rocky took the toast with her when she left. The dogs enjoyed it. Back in the air, Rocky advised ATC that she was up and moving.
    Turning to a new heading, Rocky flew toward the Interstate Five corridor. She was going to fly parallel to the highway down the Central Valley to dodge a couple of old volcanoes and some afternoon thunderstorms in the mountains.
    The sun was almost to the horizon to her right as she advised ATC that she was turning east, away from the sun. She requested a change in altitude for the last run into Auburn. The travelers should be home in less than an hour.
    “What the heck is that?” Rocky asked the air. Her cell phone was ringing.
    “Hello?” Rocky had to clear her throat; it had been awhile since she said anything.
    “Welcome to California, Little Sis,” it was her brother Devlin talking. “Where are you?”
    “I’m ready to start the final leg into Auburn, I’m still over Sacto, but I won’t be long,” Rocky replied.
    “Okay, we are leaving for the airport to meet you right now,” he said.
    Rocky could hear the excitement in his voice.
    “Dev, I’ve got to go, it is busy right now, lots of traffic and I need to get us down,” her eyes were sweeping the instruments and the general area around the plane.
    “Okay, see you shortly,” bang, he was gone from the connection.
    Rocky flipped through her Jeppesen flight manual and found the air to ground call frequency for the base operator at Auburn and dialed it in and told them she was arriving.
    The next few minutes were busy as Rocky hooked up the dogs. Receiving permission to land she started the short final into the airport where she learned to fly.

 
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    “ G irls, we are here, you can wake up now,” Rocky said as she unhooked them. The plane taxied onto their assigned position on the ramp, and Rocky started the shut down checklist, she called ATC and closed the flight plan from Anchorage Alaska.
    Devlin and Margie ran across the parking lot and through the gate of the chain link fence. Her long, lean, freckled sandy haired brother flung open the cockpit door, gave her a huge sideways squeeze as he pulled her out of the seat. Devlin twirled her around the ramp to the embarrassment of neither of them.
    The sun finally slipped behind the Coast Range Mountains into the Pacific Ocean, and Rocky was home again.
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    “Dad, it’s Rocky, I’m here,” she was attempting to keep her voice happy and positive. That was hard when she looked at the wasted discolored person who was her vibrant, fun loving, good-looking Father.
    “You look like my daughter, Rocky. She lives in Alaska,” her Dad said to her through barely opened eyelids. “She is coming to see me.”
    “Dad, it is me, Rocky. I flew my plane down to see you and get you out of here,” she was trying not to cry.
    “Rocky it is you, pay the bail darlin‘, we will go dredging.” Her Dad still had the heart of the brave ones.
    “Sounds good to me Daddy, I will be here all summer,” Rocky said holding the hand that used to be hard and rough from work.  It was now soft under the calluses that would never go away.
    Dad lightly squeezed her hand as he drifted off to sleep. Rocky sat in that little room, desolate, holding his hand remembering all the good things that this man had done with his life.
    There was never anything too goofy for him to make, or do to ensure his children had fun. He was an endless resource of the correct spelling of big words