It is said, with justice, that the difference between 100 percent eclipsed and 99 percent is night and day. Once the brief minutes of totality end, therefore, we have no more reason to be here than anywhere else. We turn south. The wildfire smoke, which before had appeared as a distinct brown band, now, either because ground heating has churned it up or simply because we are seeing it illuminated in a different way, forms a dense, foglike haze in which conditions are barely VFR. Despite a careful lookout for the presumably plentiful traffic, we see not a single other airplane. Indeed, we have not seen one since taking off.