This bit is from Barbara finally.

I am trying to decide if I like bumping along at 800 feet above the ground watching the ground in all it's wonderful permutations pass right under me or sailing high above at 6000 feet in the smooth cool air with no discernible movement other than the landscape sliding along way below.

Fortunately for me we keep doing both depending on where we can catch the best tail winds. Too high and it is not worth the climb.

The last two days have been an exercise in tolerance for all of us with the heat in the airplane. One of the reporting weather stations cited temp at 37 degrees Celsius, and we were trying to figure out if it was above 100 degrees. In any case it was hot!

But, what a joy to scream down the fly by line and come back around and gently land to step out in yet another state. This racing is awesome stuff and it would take a great deal more than heat for any of us to ever give it up.