Even before I opened my eyes this morning, I could tell it was foggy. The sound of the cars driving by is distinctive when there’s that much moisture. And sure enough, it was down to the ground. It’s slowly lifting, and Jerry will be flying in from his grass strip to Jefferson County as soon as he has enough ceiling. He needs to top off the Cub with fuel. I still have some last minute details (always!) to attend to. My friend Rich took it upon himself to fix some broken wires in my portable intercom last night. So, with tie wraps in hand I am going to see if I can get it secured in the airplane with wires out of the way. Nothing makes me buggier than a snake pit of cords to get tangled up in! I need to do a tidy job with my installation, otherwise a Sigtronics intercom may find itself experiencing a flying lesson over Puget Sound. It’s clear east of the Cascades, and there is a nice 12 knot tailwind. Soon, very soon….