I have realized the past couple days that traveling with a woman changes things a little. Please understand that my wife, Kelli, is a resilient woman. I don't have to struggle to keep her comfortable; she is able to do that for herself. What I mean is, I used to hop on a motorcycle with little to no plan, just a very small scale print off from Google Maps, no food, maybe some clothes, and go. Now I have to plan ahead, find places we can stay that will satisfy our needs, keep us fed, and make sure things go at least 50% according to plan. It's hard for me. Check out this post to see what I mean. It's the beginning of a long trip I made on a motorcycle around the western US.
Friday (two days from now) we are hopping on our little Cessna 120 and flying all the way to Fort Wayne, Indiana. That's far. That's 1150 miles far. That's 11 hours of flying without wind far. I'm a bit unprepared to... prepare for this. Where do we stop? How do I find an airport in Missouri that allows camping? These are problems I would normally solve along the way.
Alright, time to stop procrastinating and figure out which side of Colorado Springs to fly on. North or south? I don't know. I just want to go to sleep.