Taking off from Mitchell, SD after the thunderstorm passed, I learned an important lesson: the air behind a thunderstorm is not always clearer, cooler, and calmer. In fact, it was rather like flying into a steam room. The ceiling came down, and the visibility came down - but unlike Alaska, it was steamy hot, and the wind was still blowing hard at altitude. I decided flying further into lowering weather was stupid, and landed at Sioux Center, Iowa. The ramp was full of cropdusters who'd also decided to wait the weather out, and the ramper actually had to play tetris in order to make a slot for me. Fortunately, with decent-sized tires, I could just check that I was clear of taxiway lights and shortcut across the grass to the slot instead of waiting for them to maneuver until that airplane-sized slot was near the taxiway onto the ramp.
I borrowed the crew car and went into town, found the public pool, and paid for a day's admission. I wasn't interested in the pool itself, but in the shower - yay shower! By the time my hair was truly clean and I'd had enough hot water, and food, the skies were clearing. I waited for the ag pilots to scatter, as they're trying to make money by the hour with every minute of daylight, then took off south. I intended to go east, but I kept dodging thunderstorms moving northeast by going south behind them. I made to to beautiful Carroll, Iowa before putting down from heat exhaustion, fatigue, and not much daylight left.
The FBO at Neu field, Carroll, IA, are awesome - they have laundry on site, and air conditioned couch to sleep on, courtesy car, even hangared my plane for free, with the only caveat being I had to be up early enough to move it out before the semi with the fungicide load for the ag pilots came in the morning. They also have two airport cats, one very friendly and one stand-offish.
The next day, I was up at the crack of dawn to move the plane, and still barely made it out before the semi and the ag pilot appeared. With some fuel, I spent the next few hours dodging more thunderstorms, working my way south and east through the northeast storm flow - first tailwind of the trip! I made it out the other side of the storm band and landed at Galesburg, Illinois, where more ag planes took up half the ramp - and the other half had the oddest assortment of brightly painted, freshly washed and waxed planes I'd ever seen. Classics like a round-engine Cessna, new composite sport pilot planes, RVs... once I got inside, I realized the were all pilots headed to Oshkosh, in a holding pattern around the weather computer. They asked why I wasn't headed to Oshkosh, too - but I hadn't seen my husband for almost three months. Oshkosh can wait for another year.
Reveling in a tailwind, I climbed high and caught it eastward, until clouds forced me down, and landed under the shelf of Indianapolis's Class C airspace. There were two T-6's tied down and swaddled in covers on the ramp, looking like they'd been ridden hard and put away wet. I phoned a friend, and spent two days with her, relaxing and unwinding, and meeting a few folks I only knew from the internet, but were friends of friends in real life.
Tuesday, I got dropped off before my friend went to work, and caught a tailwind down to Lebanon, TN, where I'm now based. I stopped to fix the bungee cover flap at Tell, Indiana - the duct tape put on at Watson Lake had finally come loose. After calling my husband, I made it to Lebanon., TN, where my husband was waiting.
I'll get pictures up eventually, but there aren't many - it was hazy, low vis, and flat.