In the Galveston hotel I slept and slept then more. Ate their attached to the ticket tasteless breakfast and took a short two mile walk to the airport. It was Saturday.
A moster storm was raging for days in Luisiana flooding the coast and throwing tentacles of convection to the north. I plotted deviation routes and left the island. Sneaked under the first still developing chain of weather by Houston and kept heading northbound.
Fought off two chains of weather and got entangled in the third. With oxygen on top I go. Can't get the right approach frequency. By the time I contacted Center I was already near the limits of VFR airspace. Just a bit and I am over it. Just a bit...
Don't do it at home without an oxygen mask. Altitude chamber at his worst and Center wasn't happy about it. I promised myself to fill the necessary form. The interesting thing is that a high time carbureted engine driving a wood prop can get you to these altitudes and in some instances even higher. Who said he doesn't like the 9?
On my way around the weather I landed at Magee, Mississippi and Enterprise, Alabama. Took a crew car for a spin around the Alabama town you can't get lost there a road is just a huge circle you are coming to the airport from any direction. I also saw some very interesting runways. Do they race helicopters there? How can I get a permission to land at a heliport?
The day of Cloud Battles was nearly over I managed to reach the west coast of Florida.
A relaxed leg to Tampa was terminated by arrival of a huge storm which grew out from nowhere. Winds by Peter O'Knight were blowing in all directions. I firewalled the throttle and plopped in the middle of the runway bouncing like a tennis ball.
I was met by my good friends we quickly secured the aircraft and they hauled me away. Life was good again.
Tomorrow I will be exploring the State of Florida. They have a lot of fun places there don't go away ...