I was on this bridge overlooking the carpet... I think it went all the way back to Oregon.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I used to live on Riverside Park in New York, on the Upper West Side.
I grew up in western Oregon, just outside Eugene, on 27 wooded acres that served as my playground.
And I remember walking in there and, I must say, I was quite unnerved the closer I got to it.
Along 4 Mile Run, there was a nice woods down in front of the house. I used to run around there.
It's like climbing a staircase. I'm on the top of the staircase, I look behind me and I see the steps. That's where I was.
When I first came down stairs, for two or three minutes I went down cellar to the water closet.
A lot of people didn't realize that with the carpet being pulled out from under me in such a short time frame I got to such a bad place.
I saw a sign it said left lane closed so I went someplace else.
I approached Red Square three times, trying to find somewhere to land, before discovering a wide bridge nearby. I landed there and taxied into Red Square.
And we turned off and 30 miles south they're standing in the middle of our road blocking our way, stopped the car, got out, took us through the path in the woods, where the craft was on the ground.