By this time a few hours had passed; I looked at the sock, the flag, and poor little 7QJ rocking to and fro, struggling to get free of her tiedowns, and I decided to call it a day. Better to be down here wishing you're up there than up there wishing you're down here... as they say.
Maybe next weekend it'll be better.
But it was a nice day of spotting-quite a few passers-by:



Didn't know 47N was so close to Newark.








