No Breakfast Today, Just Fuel.

The plan was to get over to the airport this morning and tug 3 Tango Charlie out of the nest for some fly time.  Oh my the temps were just hitting 40 degrees, thankfully I turned on my pre-heats at 3 am this morning. 

I quickly set up my tail tie down camera, then climbed aboard to get the fan turning and generating some heat. Our Commander makes very good heat. Once the oil temps were good I taxied out to complete my run up and depart for the short hop to Cambridge, MD (KCGE). My flight was smooth and quiet, perfect to soak up the beautiful view and blank out everything around me. 

I let down for Cambridge and coordinated my arrival with a Cessna coming from the North. The Cessna was going to be first to land since he was closer and I advised how I would enter the pattern, number two for the field. I made a nice landing and taxied for the terminal.  I flagged down the fuel truck who was servicing the Cessna by motioning with the thumb to my mouth like I was needing a drink. What a sight that must have been.

I took on about twenty gallons and then started to walk towards the terminal to pay for the fuel and grab a quick breakfast. Another pilot walking out to his plane advised the restaurant was closed and that he used the crew car to eat at a local diner. Ok, I'll take a pass and head back home thinking I'll pick up my bride and take her out for brunch. The pilot was out of Doylestown and we chatted a good while about planes, airport restaurants, and flying in general. What a nice guy. I don't remember his name, old folks CRS, but I did find a picture of his Archer.

I did give him a card with the Our Flying Adventures YouTube channel and my info. With that we both saddled up for our respective flights home.  Hmmm, I'm missing something. I got fuel, sumpped, but forgot to go in and pay! I opened the door and climbed back out so I could go pay for my fuel. I think the man working got a good chuckle when I told him what I did. He reminded me that I'm there often enough that he figured I would call him with my info. I could have, but the light bulb came on just in time to save further embarrassment. 

I taxied out for runway three-four and after completing my run up launched for home. I was thirsty, and hungry. Being well aware of restricted space I was mindful of the R-4006 boundary and Salisbury's airspace.

The ride home was once again smooth and fairly quiet. I coordinated with one aircraft in bound for Ocean City and continued for runway one-four. The pilot said he was going to do the GPS 14 approach then after we swapped position calls a second time advised he was going to do the circle to land one-four. I was confused but I was far enough ahead of him to land and taxi off.