I'm not sure why this image was so noisy. Anyway, the Lance returns after a few circuits. The left main tire still hasn't touched yet.
The Mooney taxis out and the pilot gives a wave. The takeoff roll is in my sig. Sun glare will be the death of me.
A '74 Cherokee waits on the ramp. She started up just as I was leaving.
Finally, there was an older gentleman who joined me on the bench with his Beagle. I struck up a conversation with him, and it turns out he was navigator in Korea on the A-26. They both were enjoying the nice warm sunshine.
That's all for now. Hopefully I can get back there this weekend if the weather is promising. This was my first chance I could really do some spotting here, and it's actually encouraged. I asked the lady behind the desk if it was okay to spot, and she said I could go on the other side of the runway for better light if I wanted to. I would've, but there was a lot of traffic and I didn't want to be involved and accident with a propeller slicing my beautiful face off.
-James
