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Report:
It was a fairly misty morning as we departed the Jacksonville area for the trip to Atlanta's Fulton County Airport. Armed with what turned out to be the most sinister of brews, Native Lager, this trip would prove to be an arduous experiment in weather and beer dodging.
The southeastern corner of Georgia Sweet Georgia is, well, boring as hell. What little topography there was became obscured as the low-level clouds and mist rolled in. As we cruised at 7,000 ft, we could feel the creeping moisture as it gathered around us. It wasn't long before the distance was coming alive with real weather, thunderstorms to be precise.
As the winds began to buffet the craft, our innards were bursting thanks to the worst beer ever brewed. Thunder could be heard and we were soon requesting altitude reassignments left and right as GB tried to get us around the bad stuff. We couldn't avoid the beer, though. Did I mention it was nasty? Worse than the weather, but the weather was trying it's best.
 Scanning forward to our landing in Atlanta, the WX wasn't looking too promising. Time to dust off those ILS skills. But low and behold, seemingly as we passed the busy Hartsfield Airport, the skies cleared. We were suddenly in VFR conditions! We made our approach from the west and straight in to RWY 8. GB did an all right job of getting in there smoothly, probably because these beers were so nasty, we actually couldn't drink them.
Be sure to check out the next part of the journey as we travel to Sussex Co. near Milton, DE.
GZ
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