I remember it, because it’s my youngest Grandkiddy’s birthday. We had to postpone the special “thing” we do: when the grandkiddies turn 5, they get to fly Grampa’s airplane. But it was too windy on the 7th, but Saturday the 9th was acceptable (13-15 knots—Laramie). So I flew up there, and he got to fly. Then his older sister, who was 7 in September, wanted to fly, so we landed to swap seats. Between the two of them we were in the air a little over an hour.
Great fun for the kiddies, and especially great fun for Grampa!
Cary