Most days, I’m up long before the sun is. Which is to say, I’m up every morning before the sun is. Most days I feel that it’s a curse. Sitting around literally for HOURS before I can go to work. This is NOT to say that I’m bright eyed and or bushy tailed. It’s coffee #3 that finally gets my rump in gear. On the weekends, not a lot different. I wait for my Love to awaken and send her sweet “Good Morning, My Love” text so I know that it’s safe to deliver her coffee bedside.
Of late, however, my weekend mornings find me out and about, coffee #3 in a travel cup, in search of safe and legal launch and recover areas. I’m getting to know the side streets and industrial areas pretty well, I must say. Saturday morning found me at the foot of the Port Mann Bridge in Coquitlam, BC. It was a stellar morning for flying. Here’s how 48 minutes of battery turns into 3:58 of video. And Babe, you’re still number 1 in my heart, and I won’t be tardy with coffee again. Most likely……..
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