Today's fun thing to keep me occupied: was for the first time ever, abort a takeoff on my 400' down hill runway. Something didn't feel quite right, and as it was a very rare takeoff from my place on the wheel skis, wheels down, AND I had just done some work on my tailwheel, AND a few other factors I am still getting straight in my head, I decided to not go flying after all. One factor that sounds minor but added to the mix was I didn't have my headset's ANR turned on, a minor thing yes, but it added to the other anomalies that I was subconsciously picking up on.
It quickly turned into a dance on the brake pedals while getting it to a stop while not having to wait 6 months on another Prince prop, or buy a new spinner. Max braking while dodging the larger sage brush and bashing through and over the rest of them. My "over run area" turned out to be something that the 6:00 tires could handle, somewhat to my surprise. Zero damage, not even torn belly fabric. I got the Kubota out (now called the crash rig) and gingerly brush hogged a path so I could get it turned around, and power taxied (it takes a fair bit of power to pull the slope) it back up and then into the hangar, where it's sits, just like nothing ever happened.
As I was leaving the hangar, the wind went from very light NE, to almost instantly straight SW, and it wasn't even 9 AM, so no thermal activity. I often call out to the WX station at KPIH, and they were reporting 17 west. I sometimes get weird air, being so close to the 9K ridge behind me, and when there is a large discrepancy between what they are reporting and what I see 20 miles away and 1200' higher, I usually don't launch. When that happens, it means things are a bit too active, some front activity, etc., that may make my home strip a bit to sporty to land back on. IF I had continued the flight as planned, (flying to tomorrow's crane job 70 miles away, so when driving Miss Piggy I could remember the fun of flying the route the previous day, a pre flight makes the drive more tolerable and I do it often) my arrival back home would have presented me with a now 20 mph wind directly on my tail, something I'd rather avoid. The good thing about all this was I didn't think about the frigging virus for a good hour.