I really wanted to fly down to Perth yesterday. I needed a dentist quickly so I called Meekatharra on Thursday and got a recording saying they’d call when they are back, they never called. Friday I made an appointment for 8:30 this morning but the tooth was giving so much trouble I decided it might not be wise to fly. Mrs M offered me strong painkillers but that would only ad to the risk.
I left by car at 11am, got two hours down the road and had to sleep. The phone woke me ten minutes later so I set off again but only for another hour before stopping to put my head back for a bit. That time I slept for an hour and a half. By the time I was half way the sun had set and I was attacked by a huge kangaroo approaching from the right. I was sitting on cruise at 110, swerved the front around him but took it in the side. That was unlikely to happen at 4500’.
I stopped an hour from Perth and travelled the rest this morning. Now I’m parked again for the night with about 360km to go.
The idea was to get the plane to avoid all the long distance travel but it doesn’t always work out. Perhaps I can talk Mrs M into getting a pilot’s licence 😏.