Guests tend to go quiet shortly after we lift off from Scottsdale Airpark. The rotors settle into a rhythm, the McDowell Mountains slide underneath, and the Sonoran Desert […]
Read MorePicture this. Your top sales rep just closed the biggest quarter of her career, and the reward you’ve got planned is a steakhouse dinner and a round of […]
Read MoreAnother dinner reservation. Another round of drinks on a patio. If you’re searching for a way to celebrate a birthday that guests will actually talk about next year, […]
Read MoreBy the third afternoon of a summer trip to Scottsdale, most families have settled into the same loop. Pool in the morning, air conditioning at midday, dinner somewhere […]
Read MoreJust minutes after lifting off from our private hangar at the Scottsdale Airpark, the desert stops being brown. The saguaros thin out, the Bradshaw Mountains rise on your […]
Read MoreAbout eight minutes into an evening flight over the McDowell Mountains, the conversation in the back seat usually stops. The sun slides down behind the Sierra Estrella, the […]
Read MoreThere is a specific moment, about ninety seconds after the rotors wind down on a remote mountain top summit, when the desert goes completely silent. No traffic. No […]
Read MoreTwo people can take the exact same flight over the Sonoran Desert and walk away with completely different memories. One spends the whole time fighting window glare on […]
Read MoreThere’s a moment on every family flight we never get tired of watching. The rotors spin up, the skids get light, and somewhere in the back seat a […]
Read MoreThere’s a moment that happens on almost every family flight we run. The rotors spin up, the skids leave the pad at Scottsdale Airpark, and a kid who […]
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