The Good Old Days

I loved to go to the airport with my parents as a child. My dad was a pilot for the original Frontier Airlines. We commuted from Denver to SLC so we spent a lot of time at the Salt Lake Airport. My favorite was the observation deck on top of the terminal where I could watch all the aircraft in action. To this day I still love the smell of jet fuel and the sound of turbo prop engines and the whine of a 737-200 engine, all because of my numerous trips to the SLC airport. The good old days!

– S. Kendell