David started 2DA and swung her around. He taxied out did a quick run-up and got the very end of the runway. He held the breaks and let the engine reach full power before he released them. The airplane accelerated and right at 65 he pulled back on the stick and put the airplane on best angle of climb using half the runway. He then lowered the nose a hair to the best rate of and flew away.

Clint took me into the café. He quickly closed the door behind me. I was struck by the cave appearance. The ceiling was plywood with the highest value insulation above it creating a small attic space. The ducting for the air conditioning ran through it. There was a closed flue for wood fired grill. The metal roof had been put on he then gave me a list of mater-ials needed to complete the job of the bathrooms, the walk in the counter etc. A plumber had already installed most the fixtures and we would tile around them. We would put in the walls and both air-conditioning and electrician would finish up the work. I also made note I had to order a small walkin refrigerator. The counters we would do ourselves. I laid my bag out on the floor. Even without the air conditioning it was surprisingly cool. This was becoming less a campout and more of a second home. I was also starting to feel the pride and joy of a dream realized.

The following day the lumber arrived along with the nails and plywood. It was a simple operation from walls with the studs paints a light stain on the plywood coat the back with insulation. Both men's and women's bathrooms had windows. We followed the markings in the slab defining the place and we got half the wall framed that day. This time no siesta was needed.

The next day we finished framing the walls and start the work with plywood and insulation. Both bathrooms would be un-vented adding an extra layer of protection against the heat of the summer time. We also started discussing history. Laity Lodge Youth Camp was heavily influenced by the Jesus Movement of the late 60's and early 70's. The movement itself we discussed was born on the same techniques and methodology that Frog Sullivan endorsed embraced and made his own for kids. It was that spirit of being in the world and not of it that all my work on Fry was supposed to be about. The conversation faded around lunchtime with the walls framed. The rest of the day continued just focusing on the work ahead and getting a good night's rest.

The next 4 days saw the interior of the café almost finished fixtures came in tile was set walls were finished and even my walk in refrigerator arrived and once again I was on the mood wanting to go back to Denton. The adrenaline had left my left my system and Kathrine was re-entering my thoughts.

Saturday David came by to pick me up in 2 Delta Alpha. The 1st leg of the flight was to New Braunfels. The second leg of the flight was to Temple and the third leg Mineral Wells. The rest of the flight was considered ferry leg for David. It was a second dual cross-country by the book. The leg from the Café to New Braunfels was almost totally IFR I follow river. To be precise the Gaudalupe at least until we hit Kerrville then the river danced from one side of the airplane to the other as we went almost due east climbing to 5,500 and making a landing at the airport of my former home town. The shot up to temple was done with another big visual Navaid interstate 35. From Temple to Mineral Wells was the course in VOR tracking inbound to the Millsap VOR and then a straight shot to the airport. I gratefully enjoyed the role of passenger on the way back to Meacham.

The week in Denton was another blur punctuated by 3 dividers my 3 solo cross-countries flight. The 1st 1 on Monday had me scratching a way back home on  35 trying to see through the haze of a serious ozone day that was far worse then forecasted. I must have run into Kathrine twice with Claire. I played trival pursuit with Tevin attracting the attention of a Narc man these cops were stupid. It was getting harder and harder though to even make contact with Kathrine and have a civil conversation on anything remotely meaningful. Tuesday was rainy and with Kathrine I started thinking about how Amy Cook had Kathrine pegged somewhat correct but even though I found Kathrine's naiveté annoying I realized there was a real person with real value despite a mass of ignorance. Amy called Kathrine a moronic poser assuming she was doing her rebel thing out of spite for the others who were more sincere. I to some extent saw that Kathrine was just plain stupid and a part of me wished to be in her shoes. My long cross-country on Wednesday after a little too long of a night on Fry was interesting. My brain was barely functioning by the time I saw Meacham after Abilene and Waco. My landing was rough and, I was slow on read back and sloppy in the pattern triggering a rebuke from the tower. I also got a rebuke about watching fuel consumption I had less then reserve when I got back to Ft Worth. I forgot lean out the fuel mixture saving gas and preventing fowling of the spark plug and the whole final leg was a testimony to sloppy flying, sloppy navigation. I got some sleep spent less time on Fry St and Friday my flight to Graham was smooth as silk with the touch and go at the airstrip along Possum Kingdom lake. Every time I flew I could not help but grin at that moment when lift overcame gravity and the at 75 to 80 with a pathetic 300 to 500 feet per-minute climb flight began. I knew all about heat and density altitude and any place in Texas during the summer time will have a ramp and runway temperature considerably above standard. Call it corny but I sincerely believe some people are just born to fly and I consider myself one of them. Once airborne a smile would always come to my face and almost a peaceful joy of being in my element accompanied the wonder of actual flight.