We flew, or rather I flew, with Bill handling the communications and alerting me to unintentional losses or gains in altitude, around the Quabbin Reservoir. Bill had taken us out to the west, to Northampton but we never quite made it there because circling the reservoir was more fun.
We were about half a day ahead of the first winter blizzard. We flew in the direction that the weather was going to come from so we’d see it in case it would move faster than expected. By the time we landed at Beverly the winds had picked up and fall had ended.
When we returned from a dinner party in Jamaica Plain the blizzard had arrived in full force. The drive home was long and arduous. In the west where Sita lives a foot of snow had already arrived. If you don’t have to go anywhere winter blizzards are wonderful.
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