Airport

We unwittingly moved ourselves to a part of the state in which we are surrounded by all sorts of resources. Natural and otherwise. We have an abundance of state parks. There are camps where the counselors come from all over the world and the children come from all over the country. Or maybe it's just the northeast (I don't really know since I never went there). There are stables and huge tracts of undeveloped land. And agricultural fairs. And an airport.

Right up the road.

We went to check it out on Saturday. We had checked it out a couple of times previous to that last week, but the weather was not conducive to small, light aircraft. Particularly on Friday when the evening thunderstorms were so bad that the National Weather Service issued a tornado warning.

We don't live in tornado country.

It was scary dark. Eclipse dark. Yes, I'm exaggerating. Slightly. But if I was a peasant in medieval times I would definitely have thought the world was coming to an end. Or something equally disastrous. We did have some severe winds, and thunder boomers, and the corn plants didn't fare too well. But we escaped the unpleasant alternitve.

Saturday was a beautiful day. Sunny, breezy, low humidity which made it the first good hair day for me in weeks. In all, a perfect day to check out a small local airport and possibly catch something taking off or landing.

Which we did. As soon as we got there.

We thought we'd take a quick 10 minute peruse and be on our merry way. We were given permission to explore and admire some of the planes parked in the huge, open, carport-like structures. I know virtually nothing about planes beyond their basic function, so after a few they all started to look alike.

Down past the end of the "plane"-port there was a huge propeller/engine sitting on a flatbed and we headed toward that. There were a couple of people sitting out in front of a metal quonset-type hut and our boy greeted them and started sharing his knowledge of planes with them. Before we knew it, he was being given a personal tour of the propeller engine and the contents of the hut.

An hour (or so) later we left; brochure, business card and Pratt & Whitney stickers in hand. Our new friends are there every Saturday and I have a feeling we'll be back soon.

Maybe we'll take a ride in a Biplane.