It looked pretty clear at Lincoln, so I took the plane and headed to Daffodil Hill in the Sierra foothills, where there was a lot of low, puffy cloud. I took a bit of a beating, and luckily there was nothing there any more - should have come out sooner, methinks.
I decided to head for flatter ground before heading back. I had to avoid a Blackhawk, and George in his Kitfox on the way back to Lincoln :o) When I got home, I found that I can get a .kml file of my trip from Flightaware and drop it in to Google Earth:
That's kind of cool, no?