Here we see Stephen, aka Jinx, exhibiting the three classic stages of the first-time-in-a-light-single passenger...
terror:
Euphoria:
Calm acceptance.
He is a very good passenger; didn't vomit, and didn't complain about how 7QJ wasn't even as fast as his Honda VFR...
My plan to make a stop at Hackettstown is dashed when I realize my watch has stopped (pulled the pin out by accident), and when Jinx gives me a time check, we're past the ETA. Oh well... clearly I miss seeing the airport because my superb navigating skills took us right over it...
Here are some more lovely green fields... Very soothing terrain to have below you at 2500.
I'm headed now for a landing at Stroudsberg, and as we approach the Delaware River, I see that I'm a bit north of course. I am certain now that we're heading for Blairstown, just east of the river... and there it is. no landing here, though: very busy today, with lots of glider traffic. The afternoon sun is already building some convective turbulence and massive thermals along the ridge- I'm a little too rusty, i decide, to get myself into that cauldron with several singles and gliders swarming around in the bumpy air.
Next: More surprises...






