Clouds, clouds, and more clouds.
It was a beautiful day to fly. Here.
Heading east, I encountered a layer. Full fuel and plenty of time on my hands. First time I have had to use it though.
I thought this was never going to end.
I had enough fuel to get back home and then some so I trekked past my destination and things got better.
Multiple types of clouds in one area all mixed together. That was pretty cool.
I finally Found a series of holes and wove the plane down through the layers.
Houston Center: "6PC, I assume you are maneuvering around some IFR areas?"
"I sure am ma'am"
I was all over the place winding down. I'm sure my radar track looked like a drunk on an etch a sketch.
It was very pretty and smooth and cool up on top but Next time I might stay below as I hadn't really expected to be up on top and my arms are sunburned.
Oh also after I landed, I went to tip the ramp guy and walked right into the aileron if one of those little 2 seater plastic Remo jobs. The guy goes "Oh My God, Are you okay?" I felt embarrassed I go "No, it's cool. I do that all the time" and start walking away. I hear him go "That's a lot of blood on your face" I juast said "That's normal no worries"