It is now 0430 and most of the bodies are stirring from their sleeping bags and airbeds. Bacon is crackling in the hanger as Aleta prepares to feed the multitudes while simultaneously giving radio orders to volunteers around the airport,
The air seems calm, but I have not been outside the hanger yet. This is as I expected or at least hoped. I have done some flying myself and remember the glorious morning calm.
We will be headed for the VIP stands after breakfast and I will not be posting from then until our return.