Off to Grandmas Wheels up at 7 a bite in the air, great for the engine so crisp and so clear. Clearing the treetops then banking to right, now over the river a great start for a flight. The sun is now rising and the fog on the ground, the picture is stunning and I then hear a sound. Ten degrees to the right and watch class B overhead, I'm setting a bearing to my mom's house instead. The Garmin is changed in a blink of an eye, as the True-Track re-routes this ship in the sky. I thought it was your folks we went to last year, but the navigators look made things oh so clear. So it's off to grandmas, the other one this time, the food will be great and the company fine. This bird is now flying and there's nothing that shakes, as the build was demanding in the time that it takes. Make the call at ten miles to the towerless field, a reply on the horn and I find I must yield. Number two on downwind as I set in the flaps, Have a great turkey dinner at grandmas and Pap's. Dan Billingsley