Saints be praised just as I was about to pop smoke and make like a sheep herder I got the call that the bank had released the Baron and I could finally get the heck out of Dodge England. Things were starting to look doubtful because I HAVE to be back in Wisconsin by Saturday for my daughter Claire’s graduation. I’m still not out of the woods because the weather gods still have a say, and I’m not going to go and get myself killed just to save the boss some money. If it looks like I might miss the graduation I’ll leave the plane where ever I am and run home, I only have one little girl and a man has to know what’s important in life. I was able to make two legs today despite the late start and had a beautiful flight to Wick Scotland followed by another to Iceland. The weather was just challenging enough to be interesting but not too scary in an unfamiliar plane, and the ILS approach into Reykjavik wasn’t too sloppy if I do say so myself, which I do. I did manage to snap a few pics along the way of an unusually cloud free Iceland ice field even though the Baron is a crappy camera platform. I’m not sure why there are roads over the glacier but I bet it’s a pretty drive.
