Revisiting an old flight path on paper

Spent the morning digging out a pre-GPS route I used to fly over the Adriatic, re-tracing it with a pencil on a printed chart. Surprised how much of it I still remember by heart — the mountains, the radio beacons, the way I'd eyeball a turn before the instruments caught up. There's something about committing it to paper again that feels like shaking hands with my younger self.