. . . Jump!

Just a little more than four times Eleven, the friendly cloud was ensnared by a Forty-Seven. Close enough to a fifty, yet so far. With less grip, the Forty-Seven is difficult to orbit, and makes almost no attempt to slow us down. Whizzing by, there are some blotches of Eights, but not many. Not enough to slow me down so I can get an orbit in.

There, just ahead, is a strangely familiar site. Many Fifties and a smattering of Eighty-Twos, but still, a high concentration of Forty-Sevens speed the path. For some reason, it is more that unusually difficult to make this corner. Seems that there is something just a bit lighter than a Twenty-Nine in here, and it's making life rather interesting, with it's coordinated spin and all.

Back again on a straightaway, it seems as though we are pushing away some One-Eight-One formations and things are beginning to slow down, and that's usually not good. The Forty-Sevens are rapidly running out. Looks like I'm going to have to do it again. We-e-e-Ha!