At least the view was beautiful

Training was going very well despite me being a bit overwhelmed with a few details until we got near Kalama Washington. Traffic came to a standstill as a motor home burned to the ground. The 2 hours it took to get through traffic meant we couldn't finish the job that night but we tried. I was so grateful for my trainer - we were two old boys shooting the breeze for 13 hour's on the job. Let's just say some things got "deep". Frank grew up on the streets of Los Angeles - and all the violence that came with that. He moved to Washington for a better life for his kids. A dad that understands the importance of being there for his kids and that as long as they leaned from their mistakes - they will be fine

Tiger was happy when I got home. First solo run Monday night