Gliders have been accumulating in my basement as winter-weary pilots snag a ride for their pride-and-joy to Florida with me. I had long conversations with Rodger and then Tim L., but Tim H showed up around mid-night one night, tossed his and PK's gliders on the ground, and left without even saying hello. I guess Tim didn't want to prolong the agony of saying goodbye to his glider!I have been watching the weather and Sunday looked like the day to make my escape. The weather this week was a tease. The meager snow we got this season was disappearing in the late winter sunshine as temperatures climbed above 60F (15C). I enjoyed a nice run on without my usual layers of clothing, met with clients for the last time until May, and got the truck ready for "flying season".
Although I enjoyed the warmth, I knew the New England weather was getting ready to "sucker punch" us. I finally saw my front yard on Friday morning, but snow started falling around noon and by sunset the world around me was white again. I awoke to find 15 inches (38cm) of heavy wet sticky white goop smothering everything. Although Lee left this morning and the weather in central Florida looked reasonable for tomorrow, I was happy waiting for the storm to end before clearing the driveway and loading the truck.
I'm breaking out tomorrow at 4:30am.
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