Well, it’s another snow laden Saturday here in the Washington, D.C. area, but conditions are far worse than last weekend, when at least some people were apparently able to go fly while others were stuck behind snow banks. The developing situation today is what everyone’s calling Snowpalooza, worthy of maximum font size newspaper headlines. What’s a lonely pilot to do on a day like this? Think about flying, eat soup, pour a glass of wine, read a book and maybe clean the house. Not much else to do.
So here’s my flying thought for the day. (I have plenty of other flying related thoughts, actually, but I’ll keep them to myself, for now.) Looking at the weather radar, if I did not know that it was February and my car was covered with nearly two feet of snow, I would look at this radar picture and think that it’s just a moderate rain shower that might be passable on my way to a fun afternoon on the Eastern Shore. Sigh. I guess that will be my happy flying thought for the day.
