Flew up to KLS to talk to the manager about some hangar space. First, though, I had to get the 150's hangar door opened. Took about 10 minutes of swearing and ended up with a blood blister. Apparently we didn't completely fix the sticking problem. Tires were low. Spent a good 45 minutes trying to get more air into the tires than was coming out around the valve stem and pump nozzle. I really hate wheel pants. Cleaned the glass, checked the tanks, finished the rest of the pre-flight. "Clear Prop", half a spin on the propeller then nothing. The battery was too low. Waited another 20 minutes for my partner to show up who graciously gave me a jump.
Finally, off the ground and headed towards Kelso. Winds were relatively light, clouds at 4500' or so. Mild occasional turbulance. A really pleasant day to be out. Got to Kelso to find out, the day before, someone rented the hangar I was interested in. Ahrg! The curse of the working man. Manager said there should be another opening soon. Hope so. I'm going to need it.
Flew down to Pearson. Hadn't been there in a while and though it would be nice to stop in. Re-fueled then off again back home. Passing over the North Shore of Vancouver lake I look south to see a HUGE column of water working it's way across the Columbia. I skirt north to avoid a small patch of rain then back over to Green Mountain. Was that lightening? If that thing gets much closer I'm getting the heck out of here. I get onto the ground at GM and taxi front of the hangar just as a few small drops start to fall and the ominous sound of thunder. By the time I get the airplane inside, the flight log filled, my crap (I mean essential gear) picked up, and the 150 buttoned up, it's now a downpour complete with a few flashes and more thunder.
Happiness is sitting in a dry hangar on the ground with a storm passing overhead.
BCP Poser.
Life is good. Life is better with wings.