Yet again I'm weathered out.
You can arrive at the field, all ready to go, with last night's forecast promising great things, ready to get some solo time in. In preparation you visualize flying the perfect pattern and making the most excellent landings.
Instead you're met with rain, low cloud ceilings, and crosswinds that are just not within parameters.
So not good in fact that instructors are cancelling their flights.
This is what in aviation is called a clue.
Here's to the possibly forlorn hope that Saturday will have some decent weather so I can get my next cross country solo in.
Ah well, still definitely better to be down here hoping to be up there than the other way around.