The rain in Maine falls NOT upon my plane. It's in a hangar. Snug and warm and dry.
But not me. I gotta go out and eat every once in a while. And that's when I'm reminded just how bad this weather is around here. Kinda makes me appreciate Southern California. Maybe I'm getting homesick. Maybe I just want to fly in a clear sky, feel the sun on my back, breathe dry warm air. I know I'm ready for a change.
We take the rental car and explore the Bar Harbor area. People around here talk funny. They call it "Bah Hah-bah" with a nasal twang. Bar Harbor is a typical high-rent tourist area. As we are driving around the island, we finally see the Atlantic Ocean through the fog. Mission accomplished.
In our drive, Art spots a Dexter shoe outlet store. He's gotta get a pair of boat shoes. Les can't find anything to fit. I can't imagine walking around with shoes called Dexter on them, so I pass.
Art finds a Radio Shack kit to build a Morse Code keyset simulator. Only 9 bucks, including battery. I'm thinking that this could make my bad days even worse!
Find an old book store and looking through their inventory of aviation related books I come across "Listen! The Wind" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, a first edition copy published in 1938, only 3 years after the Waco was built. It's a story of her flights with her husband, Charles A. Lindbergh, down the coast of Africa and crossing the Atlantic to Brazil. It's a must-buy. The perfect book to read on a foggy, wet and cold Maine day.
I'm bored. I want to fly.