Today was Labo(u)r Day, when Americans celebrate the successes of the union movement by going shopping.
We took Tilly over to the airfield so she could run and chase her frisbee, boomerang thing and ball, which she did until she was knackered. On the way home, we found that she'd actually worn one of her toenails down to the quick, so she was bleeding on my shorts. No sense, no feeling.
In the afternoon we met Larry at Lincoln, and when Vince showed up, we all flew over to Far West Lake, and pottered around the foothills until it was starting to get dark. I was going to do a straight in approach to 15, but there was somebody else in the area, and he ended up doing a straight in approach to 33 - landing downwind! I then extended my downwind to let Larry do a straight in approach for 15, and we both scurried along the runway to get out of the way of an incoming Pilatus turbine. Everything worked out OK in the end :o)