"Awesome" is a word that is much over-used in our society today, especially by the youngsters. However, there are scant few superlatives that would adequately describe the job that our fellow EAAers did in making everyone feel welcome (and well-fed!) -- even for a Yankee like me.
I don't fly to many fly-ins because I usually don't know anyone there, and find myself eating cold pancakes by myself, then wandering around the planes by myself, and finally leaving by myself. It's not on my must-do list.
Oshkosh, on the extreme end of the spectrum, requires no explanation.
When my spousal unit informed me that she was driving to Chicago for a memorial service for an old family friend, I knew I needed to find another destination for Smokey and me. With her blessing, I popped open my iPad and started scanning ForeFlight for a possible destination.
A cursory glance at the daily topics here reminded me that the Petit Jean fly-in was NOW, so I whipped up my flight plan, loaded Smokey with the essentials for a quick weekend campout in the balmy south (LOL) and headed south.
The first two hours of flight were somewhat boring at 6500' and CAVU. I fiddled with the XM radio stations and was amazed that nobody else seemed to think that it was a good day to fly.
South of St. Louis, however, with an hour to go, an undercast was forming. Not wanting to deviate too far west off course, I elected to slip down through a big hole and face the dark, murky, low-level air. Visibility was at least 10 miles, but it was depressing after being up in the sunshine.
After making my calls on the unicom frequency at 10 and 5 miles out, I grew somewhat concerned when I couldn't see any airport ahead. My GPS indicated that it was just on the other side of the river, which I had in sight, but I could see nothing but a high bluff past the river, with no room for an airport. I climbed a couple hundred feet higher and voile', the airport appeared ON TOP of the bluff. Another concern arose when I was downwind and saw NO airplanes on the ground! Did I have the wrong dates? Am I at the wrong airport? No, the planes were all congregated at the south end of the runway, hidden by tall pines. Whew!
Made some new friends over the weekend from all over the place. Some really nice planes, too. My nose nearly froze on Friday night because it was so stinkin' cold there!
Weather permitting, I will be there again next year WITH my spousal unit in tow. She's not an aviator, but would fit in nicely with some of the other spousal units I had the pleasure to meet, and I'm sure we would all come away with much longer honey-do lists after leaving them around a campfire for a night or two.
Oh, and the best news was that, being a Yankee, the strong winds out of the southwest gave me a tailwind on the way back. Low overcast and some bumps, but the instruments tell it all ...
Sweet ... 206 kts ground speed on less than 8.5 gph!
Thanks again for a great weekend, guys. You're the BEST!