We stopped on our way down in St. Augustine, FL for fuel. An let me tell you, all the training I did recently on my instrument rating was well worth the investment. As we approached the airport, we were told by air traffic control to expect vectors for an approach that would send us about ten miles out over the ocean before a turn back towards a landing. Sounds exciting right? Well, as luck would have it, we were in the clouds and couldn't see a thing. We headed out as directed and after a while began a turn back as we were descending. Still, nothing. Then, just like when you wake after a dream and are finally able to distinguish the clarity of reality from the fog of the subconscious, the clouds opened up and unveiled an ocean sharply lined with an incredible shoreline ahead. And just beyond that, there it was - a very welcoming mile long stretch of concrete to land on. This picture shows the view as the runway in the distance became visible.
Below shows our view of the Florida coast in the distance as we headed out over the ocean on our way down to Pompano Beach after our fuel stop.
And as always, our good (and sane) friend, Caleb. I think the altitude affected him.
Speaking of Caleb, I think he must have thought we had a lavatory on board. When he realized we didn't, I guess he became a little anxious about no 'potty' breaks. And you know what anxiety does to Caleb? It makes him have to pee. Well, he held it as long as he could before he finally warned us up front not to turn around for a minute. And yes, if you know Caleb, you know the rest. He filled up an empty bottle he had and took it home as his souvenir from Florida. Gee Caleb, thanks for the memories? Anyway, now the rest of you understand the picture above.
Fun times. . . .
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