Then I took my snowboard off and hiked back up the hill to gather up my hat and goggles, trying to ignore the laughing little kids whizzing by, and had the thought I REALLY need to get my plane back from Afton before I kill myself up at the ski area! Though a very competent 'boarder (12 years now) I was pushing it extra hard in some twisted reaction to not getting the BIG fun button push of flying..... The same snow that has made great conditons there has kept my repaired plane grounded, hopefully tomorrow I'll be hitch hiking an airplane ride over and Honey will be back in the home hangar. This is the longest by far she's been gone since we started out, nothing sadder then an empty hangar