SUB SONIC RECCE "GIB (Gal In Back) to pilot. No advancing columns of enemy tanks sighted. But, a herd of buffalo accompanied by three giraffes are off our right wing." My back seater is also the recon gal, and she was reporting in. "Thanks, GIB. Make a note of it. Do you see any enemy convoys out there? Carriers, battleships, destroyers?" "Just a rowboat, sir." Weather here today is text book perfect. Rather than ride the bikes today, we chose to fly. The poor Duck hasn't been out of her hangar in a couple of months, and she actually whimpered to get out. A gentle S'ly breeze made it picnic weather. Just right The mean, little man who lives in my nose strut had let out all the air. So I had to air that up. Nose tire too.. We taxied down to the fuel pumps, filled up, and waited a few minutes in case there was any water. I wanted it to have time to settle down, and travel over to the low point on the tank bottom so it would come out the sump drain. And, no water! Perfect. After take off, we flew W'ly to Charlotte, then turned gently left to a SW'ly heading. About 15 miles down the road that way is the jerkwater town of Olivet. A left turn and a half put us on an E'ly heading toward Leslie. On this track, we thread the needle in between towers. Several pretty, little lakes dot the fields of soy beans and corn. Oats and wheat are all harvested and gone. We were surprised that there wasn't anybody fishing! The perfect day for it. Maybe they'd forgotten to sprinkle their lawn yesterday and pick up night crawlers last night? After an hour in the air, we returned home. Fall colors are just beginning to peek out of hiding, and in only a few places. Soon, all the woods around here will be all ablaze with bright reds, rich orange, and raucous yellows. Pumpkin pies, cider & donuts, popcorn and apples! I like fall season the bestest.