We wake up with low clouds scudding across the sky but no thunder, lightning, hail or tornados. The airport manager shows up and says the closest tornado touched down two miles away. Maybe that is close or maybe in Oklahoma that is far, but either way we feel very fortunate.
It was a stupid plan, but it worked. The storms are now east of us.
We wait until the clouds lift a little, then fuel up and head west. There are storms, of course, and headwinds, of course, but we stay south and motor along for a long day. We plan to camp for the night at Kern Valley in southern California but no night approaches are allowed. The sun goes down on us as we approach the airport and we miss our chance, so we decide to make it a really long day and just go home.
Night flying is very peaceful and pleasant. Mark and I just fly along quietly, listening to music and reflecting on a truly great trip. We both agree it has been a trip of a lifetime. Which means it is really special but also means we will not be doing it again. Next time the tornados may not be so kind!