On July 4, my BF Dick and I flew to the site of the first flight from the airport in southern Maryland where he keeps his small airplane. We flew across the Potamac River, across Chesapeake Bay to Cape Charles, south to the Norfolk, Virginia area, and along the Outer Banks of North Carolina, landing at the First Flight Airport at Kill Devil Hills.
Before we came east, Dick had been teaching me to fly his airplane, so I took a turn on the way. I had not flown with him for quite a while because of a combination of bad weather in Seattle and our move to the east coast, leaving the airplane behind until last month. I felt a little rusty at first but really enjoyed flying again as my previous training started to kick in.
We landed at First Flight Airport, climbed the hill to the Wright Brothers National Monument, and then walked the path set with markers showing the takeoff point and the final point of each of the four flights on December 17, 1903. The fourth flight was the longest, going 852 feet and lasting 59 seconds.
These powered flights were the culmination of years of dedicated design and re-design; testing, and re-testing; analyzing, debating, and collaborating. After a discouraging glider flight in 1901, Wilbur wrote,
At this time I made the prediction that men would sometime fly, but that it would not be within our lifetime.
Though Orville and Wilbur were discouraged at times, they never gave up. And two years after Wilbur’s dire prediction, they were successful. Today, more than 100 years later, it’s amazing how the two brothers, working together, tackled and solved one problem after another, overcame one obstacle after another, and finally achieved what mankind had dreamed of for so many centuries.
Have you visited a historic site and felt its significance at a deep level? Have you sensed what it must have been like to be there at the time of an awesome accomplishment or a terrible battle? Would you like to share your experience?