From the Logbook...Robyns Rock

The majority of the area surrounding the town that I live in is FLAT...as in REALLY FLAT!  However, about 80 miles north of here, in an area that we routinely fly, the terrain makes an abrupt change.  Suddenly the flat swamp becomes transformed by rugged mountains, full of decaying limestone "fingers" like in the picture above.    Because this particular rock lies on a route we often fly, it was always being generally referred to in conversation.  In order to clarify those conversations, and to honor his wife so I'm told, my wing man Jason named it after his wife, Robyn.  Now when we describe "that rock" we can attach a name to it...Robyn's Rock.