Weather prolonged our stay in Clinton County the day before, while we waited for a band of thunderstorms that bloomed like some kind of viral rash fueled by the heat of the day.  The winds picked up, and we tied the Cubs down fully expecting to get doused by rain.  The storms circled around Wilmington and as the afternoon wore on, we watched the blotch of weather on radar that lay across our route to MorningStar North Airport in Preble County slowly shrink in size.  We saw an opportunity to make a dash to Preble County and waved goodbye to our new friend Bob and his giant German Shepherd Buddy at Clinton County.  As the Cubs launched northwest,  I could feel the air cooling enroute and it was getting dark when we arrived at Morningstar North.  Mike was there to meet us along with Peggy and Jerry Chabrian, caretakers of one of the nicest grass airfields I’ve ever seen and headquarters to Women in Aviation International.

There were a few surprises in store for us at Dayton–a local aviation photographer, Michael Williams presented us with a custom painting he created of the Cubs flying along our route in Ohio, and the museum fired up their custom Wright B Flyer and took us for a short flight over Runway 02.  Ron and I each flew in the right seat and I intend to tell everyone I know that I now have 12 seconds of stick time in a Wright B.  They presented a certificate of flight to each of us– complete with a toothpick to remove any bugs.  You can’t fly in the Wright B without smiling.  Thanks to all!  Ron and are grateful beyond words.

The wind is getting pretty stiff–but no rain yet. The flag on the pole overhead is flapping hard.  Morning Star North is only about a half hour flight from Clinton County.

The Cubs are tied down with some sturdy rope, and luckily they are anchored into the pavement–so Ron and I did not have to hammer in any stakes.

I had some spare electrical tape (my brother is an Eagle Scout) so we taped around each of the fuel sticks to help keep any water from running into the gas tank. A flying farmer friend told us a few days ago that we ought to stop by a tractor dealer and buy a solid gas cap for days like this.  I am planning on doing just that.

We are still hopeful if this front passes over that we might make it to the beautiful green pasture of a runway that is Morning Star North.  Did I mention that I left my raincoat in some other county?  At least the Cubs will get a good wash before we arrive in Dayton tomorrow.

We haven’t gotten wet yet–but it may happen soon.  Mike is already in the hotel in West Alexandria waiting for us. The forecast for Dayton looks flyable in the morning so we still hope to arrive at the Wright B Flyer Museum around 10 AM.  Stay tuned…

A variety of flies have stowed away in a nook or cranny along the instrument panel for takeoff, only to emerge in flight in the middle of the windscreen.  Strangely, while I am doing the flying, the flies prefer to walk.  They walk on the side windows.  They walk on the front windscreen. They walk on the instruments.

Because I fly the Cub from the back seat, I keep a 24-inch stick overhead that I use to adjust the altimeter and carburetor heat in flight.  I can’t reach either with my shoulder harnesses on, so the stick is a simple solution.

I have been using the stick to encourage the stowaways–bees, moths, flies, grasshoppers, to exit the airplane–out the open door and window.  You would think the volume of air rushing into the airplane would have the same effect, but it doesn’t. The bugs are oblivious to it.  They squat on things inside the cockpit and clean their antennae, wiggle their legs and do other buggy things.  When I departed Ashland County a few days ago, I noticed a single gossamer thread stretching from one of the the right side fuselage tubes to the throttle knob on the left.  A spider was building a web while we blasted through the atmosphere at 65 MPH.

I discovered the tick as I looked for Ron out of the rear side window.  I stealthily tried to reach up and squash it with my stick– but I missed, and it jumped. I think I’ll let the spider stay for a while.  There is more to tell you, but it will have to wait.  It is time to go fly again.  We are just a few days from Dayton.