After hours of toiling over weather, tracks, navigational computations, and nasty chicken fingers we were set. We ate and lounged in Destin, making a formation takeoff out of there, and eventually made it back to Daytona Beach with our stop in Tallahassee, just as the sun was setting, again behind us. At the request of my old flight instructor, he wants you to know that he had NO prior knowledge of the events that took place. It's already been done. Besides, it was almost 2 years ago.
Pit stop in Tallahassee.