I drove out to the airport yesterday morning. It was a bleak, drizzly day. The airport manager and myself were the only two out there besides a lone horse who stays at the Greenhouse next to us.
The horse was shy, would't come up to me.
I drove around the airport to see if I could find anything to take a picture of. All the airplanes in the shadeport were dry, the winds were light. I went out to the tiedowns and found this poor "Vintage" 172 looking as if someone had just taken in out of the freezer.
The temperature was right at 31 degrees.
I spent fifteen minutes walking around the airplane, being careful not to impale myself on any of the icicles. More freezing rain is expected early Sunday morning.