It was a beautiful day today. Sunny and windless, and the fall colors about peaking. And then the phone calls started coming in from the airport: "Hey--this is your plane. C'mon!"
I could never forgive myself for passing this day up. (Click on the pictures to see them larger...the small frames here don't do them justice.)
I overflew the Sideling Hill cut where I-68 was blasted through the Blue Ridge.
Then is was back towards home again, stopping just long enough to be a Nosy Parker and investigate some smoke, which turned out to be a farmer's bonfire.
I've been slacking off on the flying as of late. Days like this convince me to quit doing that.