Michelee Cabot

Author, Adventurer & Pilot

About Michelee

Born a Texan to a career Air Force officer and very Southern mother, Michelee spent her impressionable early years all around the world, on a path that brought her to a first marriage at twenty-one. Two children later, with useful time served volunteering at hospitals and museums, she found her way to her first flight lesson. Flying can be liberating… In the ensuing nearly fifty years, besides becoming a C.A.S.A. volunteer, she found her excellent new husband Hal, became a restaurant reviewer, managed a flight school office and logged more than 5,000 hours of flight time, including these in Australia. She holds a commercial license (both single engine land and glider) with instrument rating, and a tow pilot endorsement, and has been active in several aviation organizations, including the volunteer Airlifeline (now Angel Flight).

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Dust Devils, Cozy Corners & Javelinas:

A Newcomer’s Tale of Tucson

Tucson, the beautiful city spread across the United States southwest plains, still charms us. Tonight we’ll bend our elbows with friends and wrap ourselves in their smiles and hospitality. Because no matter how splendid your surroundings, you need the warmth of your tribe to keep you going.

The adventure continues. Welcome to Tucson!

Recent Posts


Sweet Tucson Moments One of our favorite places for fun and excitement is El Rillito racetrack. Horse races are known for whoop-em-up thrills, but sweet moments of kindness? Let me tell you. I have dumped vanity for a helping hand. In the push and swirl of the horse...

Kitchen Fun, Alamos Style

KITCHEN FUN, ALAMOS MX STYLE OR MAKING DO The thing about living where you don’t have certain supermarket goodies, items you’ve become dependent on to satisfy your cravings, is that you have to make do. Like that sweet pickle relish for your favorite potato salad? Oh...

Hashtag Me Too

HASHTAG METOO I’ve been on the fence about this movement, but recently I had a flash that crystalized my point of view. This is what happened to me, years gone by. I was fifteen, built voluptuously, liking the new body but at the same time wishing I hadn’t morphed. I...