Larry, a jet center chief lineman, quickly tied me down. I hopped in a crew car and drove half a mile to the springs. Yes, I bought some gas...
Springs were open. I soaked in for 40 minutes. Life is good.
Then headed home. Stayed low, the winds aloft were howling at 50 kts in all directions.
Mustangs at 8,000 feet. Who the heck is bothering us?
Still had some gas left to play in the canyons.
No. The winds were calm.
Turbo come see me. There is an RV hotel in my village.