I only met Lori a few times, but I remember the first time very well. We showed up at the Dz on an iffy weather Sunday morning. We soon discovered our pilot was not one of our regulars. Actually she looked like she could almost be somebodys grandmother, only with a bandana. Great! Gotta train another one. Boy was I wrong. But you would never here it from Lori. Who knew she had all that knowledge, experience, ratings, jump numbers, flying hours, and just life experiences. Yes, she would tell you about it if you would get her going I think, but she would not toot her own horn. I'm pretty sure she was more comfortable in the air than having feet on the Planet. That morning she dodged the weather and clouds skillfully with great spots. The last jump of the day, as we climbed out onto the strut of the 182, we hit that phantom little rain shower. My wife and I looked at each other and then inside to Lori. She looked at us like...Well, you gonna get the hell off my airplane or what? So we did. Man, rain really hurts! No matter how small. But I think thats the way she rolls. Here I am. This is what I'm here to do. This is what I got to work with. This is what I'm going to do. And there ain't no looking back. If there is any possibility that someone could make it out of this situation, Lori would be the one to do it. God Bless her and her family and friends. Lets all pray there will be closure for everyone real soon.
