Lost In Oscar Hotel

Well, we just went out to the ramp to batten down the hatches.  If you look at the image to the left you will see us looking up at you.  We are in the center.  There is an expression in flying–“It is better to be on the ground wishing you were in the air, than the other way around.”

The wind is getting pretty stiff–but no rain yet. The flag on the pole overhead is flapping hard.  Morning Star North is only about a half hour flight from Clinton County.

The Cubs are tied down with some sturdy rope, and luckily they are anchored into the pavement–so Ron and I did not have to hammer in any stakes.

I had some spare electrical tape (my brother is an Eagle Scout) so we taped around each of the fuel sticks to help keep any water from running into the gas tank. A flying farmer friend told us a few days ago that we ought to stop by a tractor dealer and buy a solid gas cap for days like this.  I am planning on doing just that.

We are still hopeful if this front passes over that we might make it to the beautiful green pasture of a runway that is Morning Star North.  Did I mention that I left my raincoat in some other county?  At least the Cubs will get a good wash before we arrive in Dayton tomorrow.