Our flight back from Deadwood this weekend was three and a half hours long with the detour around Mt. Rushmore thrown in. After taking the required pictures of the stone presidents it was time to point the nose for home. It wasn’t long before Joe, on of my non-pilot friends in the back, inquired as to how is might be until the first fuel stop. I proudly informed him that due to a nice tailwind we could make it all the way to Minneapolis saving both fuel and time and wasn’t that wonderful? It was not. Having counted on two short legs instead of one long one my friend wasn’t shy about having that second or third cup of coffee that morning. Joe was forced to use the empty glass orange juicehe’d brought along for just such an emergency. I only wagged the wings while he was so engaged once.
