        But, it still seemed to be flying well.  All the instruments indicated things were boringly normal.  The island’s runway wasn’t controlled, and it was private anyway.  She didn’t have to radio for landing clearance.  It would probably be safer—and be less paperwork to fill out after the fact—to just land normally, rather than fly back to Traverse City radio-less, and pop up in the traffic pattern as a total surprise to everyone.  They’d have to use light signals, and she’d be damned if she could remember any of them.  Maybe they were somewhere in the Jeppesen’s book, which was in her flight bag, which was . . . in the back.  Why on earth did you toss it back there with all the groceries?  She could turn on the autopilot and get it, if she wanted to turn into a cautionary tale for other pilots, that was.  Better to land at South Fox.