Saturday with Co-pilot Egg

We might fly somewhere today, we might not. But if we don't, it won't be because of the weather! Here's the weather-out-the-back-window report:



Looks like Fall is giving way to Winter. See the frost line along the edge of the shadow thrown by the house? Brave Sir Hogarth didn't spend much time on his morning survey of his domain today; he knew he had a warm spot in front of the fireplace waiting for him and he was in a big hurry to get to it.

Temperature-wise, it probably isn't the best day to do the end-pours on the Kayak (which is, quite simply, a matter of pouring a cup of epoxy down into the ends to add a little strength to the pointy parts) since the epoxy likes a little heat to cure, but it's something that has to be done outside, and the temps are only going to get lower. Hey, it doesn't really have harden until March, right? All I need for it to do today is harden enough so that it won't run back out when I take the boat back down to the shop later today.

It's big, ain't it:



While we waited for the epoxy to set up, Co-pilot Egg and I flew up to Lima/Allen Co. to have lunch with Brandon, the world record holder for "Shortest Time Between Buying and Losing an RV-4 to a Thunderstorm." Not a record he's particularly fond of, as you can imagine. Egg flew most of the way up. She still flies mostly on instruments, even though she can see out the front now:



A light touch on the controls is the secret to RV flying:



On course, and on altitude:



I took over just in time to make a horrendous bounce on landing. I blame performance anxiety: I knew Brandon would have his camera. Sigh.

At least it was a still camera, and not the "preserve a bad landing forever" video camera: