Evan Youngblood

There’s almost a sense of disappointment now that I’m done with my training, I don’t feel the “need” to go fly anymore….but that hasn’t kept me away from the airport as of late.

My first passenger was on Sunday, July 29, 2007. At takeoff, she was my girlfriend, Tasha, and on landing, my fionce (don’t let anyone say I’ve never had some romantic ideas). Up in the Warrior at 1,528 feet off the ground — the exact number of days we had been dating — I popped the question. That tale will live on over at www.evanandtasha.com. (continue reading…)