I want to be back on the ground by noon. By then, the thermals have roiled the air and are bouncing me around. It's not fun. But I have far to go, so I must leave early. I packed and pre-flighted the trike the night before, slept in a motel, and am off the ground at dawn. I just LOVE this time of day! The rising sun gilds every tree as I fly low over the farms. I wave at the yellow school bus. He plods his rounds this Thursday morning. But as for me, I have been set free to go adventuring.