“IS THAT WHAT I THINK it is?” Heathcliffe pointed toward a cluster on the screen between their location on the flight plan and the Eau Claire airport.
Godric frowned at the MFD display and punched a button into his cell phone to call Pilot Weather. When he hung up a few minutes later he looked worried. “Apparently there are multiple areas of developing severe snowstorms along our route,” he told Heathcliffe.
Alf’s head appeared over Godric’s shoulder. “So what’s the plan?”
Godric studied the Datalink display for a few minutes. “If we climb to about 7,000 feet we’ll miss most of the squalls. I may have to request IFR to get into Eau Claire though, unless this weather clears by the time we get there.”
“They won’t close the airport will they?” Heathcliffe’s fists clenched, his heart pound
