4 hard-chargers arrived at the Fission AO like lost F-35 jets. We flew around the AO like lost F-35 jets making sounds that were very much like something between a screech and whistle that a lost F-35 jet might make if it were zooming around over rural South Carolina.
We ambled down to the church where we were like SUPER prodigal sons who kept leaving to squander their wealth over and over, but returning over and over. Waffle House was observed lying on the ground entangled in a giant rubber band AND attempting to jump rope. So that alone was worth the price of admission, which is coincidentally ZERO dollars.
After some pain and mobility at the church, we dusted off the old-school Wing T playbook and commenced with The NPR all the way back to the launch where we tried a little more mobility before praying it out in CoT and then departing for some well-deserved coffee.
At coffee we were joined by the water wings, and many world problems were solved. Other world problems were created.
All in all it was a morning we can hang our hats on! Bravo Zulu.
Goat sends