I was planning to wait until Sunday to fly up to OSH to stake out a campsite, but today's weather was beckoning me, so off I went.
I taxied up near the main ramp and parked next to a couple of spam cans. Grabbing my backpack, I trudged the familiar route to Camp Scholler and started looking for an open parcel to claim as mine. Funny how the place can look so forlorn and exciting at the same time with no planes there.
It was as if a rainbow came out of the sky and directed me to the middle of 42nd St. There is was -- the perfect spot. Smack in the middle of the row, away from the noise, traffic and street lights of the roads, it was the only unclaimed site. And, best of all, closer to the camp store and showers than I've EVER been in the last 21 years!
I staked it out and spray painted "FAA" in the middle in hopes of staving off any jerks who decide that they need more room so they'll just take mine.
Uneventful flight home to find my new tent waiting on the front porch. Test assembled it, and I think it's the largest and lightest tent that I could fit into Smokey.
Looking forward to next weekend!
GO NAVY (I just had to say that)
