|starting my climb with the Cape May Ferry off the wing tip|
It was a perfect day to fly, cool temps made for great power. The only bumps along the way were encountered once dropping below two thousand feet as I made my way for the pattern at Ocean City.
I'll need to hook up with a fellow pilot to act as safety pilot since my IFR currency is up the end of February. Maybe I'll fly up to Boston and get Mike B to fly right seat and torture me a bit while under the foggles.