Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Today we waited for weather to clear at Melbourne and then made a dash to the northwest trying to reach the front edge of a slow moving storm front so it would pass us overnight. To get around a rainy patch we went due west for a while and ended up passing not far south of Disney World.
Turning northwest toward the panhandle, we saw smoke stacks in the hazy afternoon sun in a somewhat developed part of the otherwise mostly wilderness Gulf coast.
Sundown approached as we drew near Tallahassee, so we decided to stop here rather than press on to the corner of AL. As with so many impromptu choices on this trip, it was enchanted. Little did we suspect that tonight is a Big Deal related to team homecoming. Several blocks of the downtown (serendipitously right outside the hotel where we got a good rate) are given over to a festival. At one end a bandstand with cheerleaders and other performing to loud music. An inflated trampoline with Spiderman "dancing" from the kids bouncing inside seemed to keep the beat.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Went to the beach, and Anne waded in the warm Atlantic. Flash is all serviced and eager to get flying again. We went on a quest for Key Lime pie, but not finding any of the "genuine" meringue type maybe we'll make a hop down to Key West tomorrow and get some.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
So the current plan is get organized and fly from KPVD over to KMVY for lunch. By the way, that's Martha's Vineyard(!). So fun to see from the air, and in this case visit, places we've heard about for so many years.
Then fly Nantucket, Cape Cod, and maybe take another distant glimpse of Boston from the southeast. After that, climb offshore near Block Island and cruise Long Island to our hotel reservation in Bohemia, NY. Well, it's actually Holtsville near KISP (Long Island Mac Arthur Airport, motto: "Easy to leave.") in Islip, NY. I thought it would be cool to stay in Hicksville, but we couldn't find anything affordable there. Tomorrow a short though complicated hop through busy airspace to Linden for the Staten Island Ferry into Manhattan.
It turns out our decision to delay NYC for a day means we'll probably miss our President whom we've heard is there today. That's probably fortunate, because anywhere any President goes, nobody else does. That is, trying to get anywhere is greatly complicated. Trains, planes and automobiles are all instantly thrown into Thanksgiving mode as if it were a major holiday. I just looked at the TFR (air restrictions), and we'll just miss the edge by staying "in" Bohemia rather than Hicksville tonight. This trip has been so filled with synchronicities! As if weather, impromptu choices, Presidential visits, and the rest of the known universe are all in harmony with our happiness. But enough about me, what do you think about me. ;)
Monday, October 19, 2009
It was after dark by the time we finished getting everything buttoned up. We lugged our pack and bag each over to what looked like the old terminal and tower where we'd seen people inside. "Oh, you'll have to move it to the other side by the jets," they said.
Hike back out to the plane, talk to the ground controller who gave directions vague enough that we taxied toward jet taxiing toward us on the other side of the field. So at Flash's urging (and Anne's) I did a 180 and headed toward where all the jets were parked. Going slowly along a row of hangars and buildings, everything was dark until we reached the end. Turning in there it soon became apparent that was part of a cargo jet operation so we turned and even more slowly started back along the row of buildings. Now we see on the side of the next building, facing away from where anyone coming in from the runway could see it, "Northstar" (the name of the Flash size parking operation).
Turning in there, a guy came running out to direct us to a spot. The moment I shut off the engine he ran away. "Oh no," I'm thinking, "he changed his mind!" He'd run to get chocks for the wheels, so again we buttoned up and trundled our gear in. This time a shorter distance than before, and to be greeted by a helpful gal who arranged the hotel I'm sitting in dreaming of sleep.