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

The Wily Coyote

The Wily Coyote The city of Tucson, Arizona’s ever-growing interloper of the plains, stretches out across the curious Sonoran desert. Its reliable sunshine and warmth, so kind to aging joints, has called to seniors across the nation, its subsequent accommodating...

The Snake Event

My tensed body on the qui vive, I panicked, shaking my husband’s sleeping form. “Eeeeeek!” I hissed at him. “There’s a snake in the bathroom. He’s essing himself across the bathmat.” My groggy mate raised his head, in a “what now?” configuration. It was midnight, we...

Hot Air Balloons

BALLOONS, the Hot Air Kind “Up, up and away, in my beautiful balloon…”  The Fifth Dimension musically wooed us to soar high and wide. Marilyn McCoo's crooning pulled our hearts into the sky, triggering a yearning to throw off gravity, that force pithily called “surly”...