Maddening flights.
Shoulda' seen the wind today. Dunnae on the pic of ol' inflata-babel... seemed to serve a good brine to echo the storm of beach splash and such out at the ol' Mitchie field, down the neck from the Big Boy Farm.
Not a day for paratrooping.
Good dang dangle op for some wicked recordings however. Have contact mic, will traverse into forty mile an hour windsweeper-frontal (about face) westerly, aiiiii yi.
Do good done.
Now go be mobile again.
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