2 fly-ins 2 days

Now it's Saturday, the day after Lock Haven. I get a slow start. It's broken clouds all around and seems to be threatening T-Storms. At two thirty PM I see an E-mail about the Crisfield Fly-in Crab Feast. Damn, I had forgotten all about it. Well, its not over till 4 PM. I sling off the lay around lazy clothes. I grab a clean T shirt and not- clean jeans. I pick up the little flight bag (the one with the masking tape roll) which is right where I left it from Lock Haven. I roll the Cadet out and sump it quickly. I ask my wife if she wants to go Crisfield. She is fooling with her horse going in circles with a rope called a "Lunge Line". I hop in and we're off. It's hot and bumpy and I wish I was in a sailplane because this kind of heat is like an elevator. It's 35 nm. due south to Crisfield. From here to there there is nothing but the Nanicoke River and lowlands. I arrive with time to spare and join in the feast and eat roasted corn and steamed crabs. I have no idea how to eat the crabs. They were very good though. I took most of them home and my son ate them. He knows how. I saw a beautiful old Aztec. A gorgeous Mooney. A Cirrus. Some light sports. A nosewheel RV 5 or 6 0r 7. Is there a 7? I don't think it was an eight. The day was winding down. A 150. A 172. I waited till they all left. Then I took off. I opened the canopy and flew home at 80mph. I want the flight to last longer. Two Fly-ins in two days. The summer is just beginning.