Dispatch from KCVN, Clovis, New Mexico: It’s chilly. It’s nearly noon and I’m wearing my winter flight jacket. As we walk across the tarmac to Race 53, above our heads the sky is solid overcast. It’s pale gray. Low, kissing the edge of marginal VFR, but slowly rising.
Not even 100 miles from home yet, we’ve been on the ground for two-and-a-half hours waiting for a line of thunderstorms to slide north and east off our flight path. We’re playing hopscotch with the weather today, jumping forward one step at a time and waiting on the ground for the sky ahead to clear enough for the next jump.
Well, that’s the plan, anyway. We’ve done one hop and no scotch at this point. [Read more…]