Oh! I am so famous now, I’m on the Internet. Well, at least this is good for people that might want to see a video of the plane so they understand the size and shape of the star of most of these posts.
Well, I made it all the way back across. The boys had a birthday party that they wanted to make it to, so Nell had to bring them home on JetBlue. She loved the flight east and was sad that she wouldn’t get to fly west. I said in a couple years we would be able to send them on ahead while we brought the plane home for them.
They flew out early on Tuesday morning, so I did too. I was a little concerned about the autopilot, which was steering thirteen degrees to the right for the last few hours. I tried to get an avionics place to look at it before I took off, but they were too busy.
Welcome to Kansas!
Made it halfway, but high winds and impending storms make it unlikely I will make it home tonight.
I how to take off at 8am. I am in a Denny’s without any handguns. My brain is a little slow to turn overvthis morning, but I watched Dexter play with Weezer for a couple songs and that helped.
A lot of clouds ok the way in, but still VFR. Nell and the boys are probably a few hundred miles ahead. Time for lunch.
We made it!
We are in New Hampshire in a lovely house overlooking a pleasant lake. I have just barely recovered from eighteen and a half hours of flying. We traveled nearly twenty-three hundred miles. We hope to continue to East Hampton on Saturday morning, so that we can really say that we have crossed the continent from coast to coast. Click to continue »
On Saturday morning we hope to continue our coast-to-coast journey to the actual coast by landing in East Hampton and having dinner on the sand by the lapping waves of the Atlantic Ocean. Until then, this is the end of our epic journey. I took the boys to a fancy buffet breakfast at the Statler Inn. We ate eggs, bacon and fresh fruit overlooking the campus. Click to continue »
After sleeping the sleep of the near-dead, I rolled over at 6:30am and pulled my laptop up to check the weather. The air conditioner seemed to ignore the thermostat (my friend Marc would have loved it) so the room was a brisk sixty degrees. We were deep under a comforter and flannel-like sheets, but the aluminum MacBook was the temperature of an ice tray. Click to continue »
Okay, no one is going to purposefully stop in Champaign, IL are they? (Actually, not true. Bob and I stopped on our way west in 2007.) Click to continue »
