Well it is Sunday morning as I write this and by evidence of what has happened you ca see that the post prior to this one was hoping, wishing, and dreaming about making a parachute mobile jump yesterday Saturday. Well so much for hoping, wishing, and dreaming. The winds aloft all day yesterday looked like the image above. Meaning that they were insanely strong and while safe I would have had to get out about 6-7 miles away from the drop zone for the radio jump just so I could land back at the DZ. The drop zone owner wasn’t about to fly the plane for an extra 2 minutes on a load just to let me out that far (as he grumbled about fuel prices and the instructors in his staff being nuttier than a Snickers candy bar). Today does not look much better than yesterday did.