This morning I met fellow pilot Shane for a flight. There was no wind and the grass was wet, and my wing, uncooperative under the best of circumstances, was impossible to get off the ground. After breaking a prop in a launch attempt, Shane let me try his APCO Hybrid wing. It was much more accommodating, and I had a nice Flight 137, my first in Indiana:
The field where I flew was a few hundred yards from the RV Hall of Fame, which surprisingly has so far eluded us:
This morning I woke up at a PPG pilot’s house to find that the weather wasn’t flyable:
I drove into Minneapolis and spent some time visiting with my parents and my brother and his family. After spending Shabbos in St. Louis Park, I picked up Trish and the kids at the airport. We spent the week at a hotel near by brother’s house.
Most mornings we went for walks around the lakes near my brother’s house:
Whenever we walked by this restaurant, I felt I was in danger:
Trish and the kids flew home on Friday, and I repositioned to spend St. Louis Park for Shabbos.