Through the Eyes of a Wombat

In the middle of July, I'm used to cold, wet days, not daylight til 8.30pm and 30 degrees.
So the other day when I stepped outside at half past four into an almost dark sky, chilly winds and spattering raindrops, I did for a moment feel like I was back home. We had quite a strong thunderstorm, which was nice, and of course after it passed, the humidity was gone. With the rain pouring down and me wanting a jumper, yes, its July.

Back flying tomorrow: we're off to Louisville for the day. I get to build up some more command time, which is always nice, and as a bonus we fly over corn fields. When calculating times the other day in my logbook, the last flight I made in June took my grand total flying hours to exactly 100. Not 99.9, not 100.1, spot on. That was fun.

Here's to the next hundred!