I got several calls today from pilots in different parts of the world wondering if we were still on the map. Happily we are. But, it was a scary night! I've been through I think four hurricanes here at Quest and I was more scared last night than I ever was during a hurricane. We had very high wind, severe thunderstorms and numerous tornados touching down here in Lake County. Luckily none was too terribly close to us.
We had a cookout tonight at Jim Prahl's place where I learned that I wasn't the only one getting more than a bit worried during the night. The storm hit us around 4am and I laid in bed wondering if I should tough it out in my trailer and possibly end up like Dorothy or run through the pouring rain into the concrete block clubhouse. I though I was just being a sissy, but I learned tonight that everyone was having the same thought. Of course, my biggest worry was that my baby Damian (my Litesport) was all set up in the hangar. That might sound like a safe place, but this hangar we call the washing machine. It's not completely enclosed on any side, so sometimes things get tossed around in there. I was relieved to get up this morning and find him safe and sound, none the worse for the wear.
