Yes, you read correctly. Crossing it off. Yes, that means I flew a plane.
The technical part of me wants to specify that I more temporarily guided the plane because in reality I had nothing to do with the preflight routine, the taxi-ing on the runway (which I always want to spell as run-away), the TAKE-OFF (hello! pretty important!), reaching cruising altitude and speed or just ensuring the overall safety of my passengers.
The non-technical part of me will show you this picture, PROOF that I did fly the plane!
My eyes are intently watching where we were going and the control that indicated our altitude. While the pilot snapped the 'proof' pictures, I gave myself a headache (not really) trying to maintain our altitude of 6,500'. And not turn too violently to the left or the right.
I think around the 6,100' mark I started panicking because I couldn't remember in which direction to manipulate the joystick to gain altitude. This would be a serious problem in my piloting skills - not remembering at critical times what I'm supposed to do.
"I don't remember how to get us back up," I said. Thankfully, he did.
Here's the runWay and you'll be glad to know that at this point, I was no longer in control.
Daniel, for one, was very glad about this. He told me after we landed that when I took over, he was veryVERY nervous.
"The first thing we started doing was veering to the right and to the ground," he said. It took me a few moments to get adjusted to the control.
But, just in case, we did have a parachute that could be activated upon emergency. A parachute for the whole plane. Genius.
6) I am definitely not smart enough to actually fly a plane.