Yesterday was Airport Day.
Jim took the skis off the airplane. Yay, I say. They clack and clatter on the pavement, wracking the nerves. Even our little airplane's nose has a mitten.
We met up with some friends. One of them had an attractive backpack. Maybe it contained headsets, maybe tools.
It was a good thing we flew when we did. The wind came up, moved across the runway, and made for a gusty sideways Whoa kind of landing. Today I reached 10,000 pictures on the little camera. The most recent ones moved to the head of the line since the camera brain doesn't recognize anything beyond 9999. That should be the Mayan Calender.
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