When we took off on Friday there wasn't a cloud in the sky all the way to our destination, but windy conditions made the air turbulent over the hilly areas and even at 8000ft asl the Cherokee we were flying ("Yankee Sierra Zulu") wallowed rather in the invisible, long, smooth waves. We flew along a new IFR route (T616) north of the Toronto airspace, skirting the southern edge of Lake Simcoe, before being allowed to change our heading towards the airport known as Stratford Muni. Our Flight Plan was very simple: Direct YOW T616 ARTHR Direct. A clump of trees displaced the threshold of Runway 35 which was long enough but disconcertingly narrow in the gusty conditions. Never mind; our three pilots landed safely and had time to inspect the small scale Herc parked on the ramp.
Wellington Street, Stratford |
Carol with me and her new suitcase |
We're missing the start of the Stratford Festival too, which will be next week. The town is relatively quiet and uncrowded until then, so we had no trouble finding a table for supper at Fellini's (lavishly decorated with film stills and posters) on Friday or Bentley's on Saturday. Features for breakfast was a different story with a 20 minute wait for a table there: good food, though, eventually.
The weather stayed so fine that some of us were sunburned. Stratford is a pleasant town to stroll around, its original prosperity, so Carol tells me, coming from agriculture and furniture production. The Shakespearean theatre festival wasn't established until the 1950s, but that's what gives the town its fame, wealth and character now, with references to Shakespeare all over the place.
"The Parlour" where we spent 2 nights (professional photo) |
The return flight, from grey skies over Perth County into sunshine again north of Toronto, was far less choppy until the last half hour as we descended towards Rockcliffe, homing in for another crosswind landing but a successful return. This time Chris was flying VFR like the others to avoid having to take the preferred, new IFR route that transits the Toronto area right across the middle of Lake Ontario.
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I don't see anything surprising about God speaking with an English accent. How else would he speak?
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