Not Riders on the Storm

We had long since hit our stride, settling into a routine of 60-ish mile days, eating our way across the USA, going to bed honestly tired, and ready to go the next morning.

So we didn't want, nor need the remnants of Tropical Storm Alberto:

One of the best lessons to learn as a pilot is that really wanting to get somewhere isn't reason enough to go. (Along with don't get lost, don't panic, and if you are going to land short, add power.)

In the several days we spent following our hotel reservations, we traversed 252 miles courtesy of a UHaul 15' box truck and $434, leaving us with 1,306 more we are perfectly happy to trust to our legs, given a chance.

So what did we do instead?

Visit the Schell Brewery in New Ulm:

Where we spent a couple hours having beers, lunch, and watching the rain.

And watching Susan show off her tan lines:

Zesty!

On Saturday, we got to Cannon Falls with a window between storms, and did this, as if nearly 3,500 miles weren't enough:

As it turned out, the window wasn't big enough

One of the places where all that water had to go, about 20 mins before more ended up on our heads

Another place the water went.

And then went out to dinner with Jeff Lantz and his wife Mary Anne, friends from all the way back to pilot training, who live only forty minutes away.  How conveeeeenyent.  Especially since they wouldn't let us close to the check.