339A
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Most flying enthusiasts have spent their fair share of time and money in pursuit of the infamous $100-hamburger. Well slide over Mr. All-Beef Patty and make room for the $600 movie!
Our SoCal friends Paul & Victoria Rosales have been hosting movie nights at their spacious hangar in Rosamond Skypark since June of 2007. Once or twice a month, throughout the summer, they roll out the red carpet for friends and neighbors to watch a movie under the stars of the Mojave Desert. In case you’re wondering exactly where the Mojave is, the image below (compliments of the USGS) shows it outlined in red.
There are also occasions when Rosie and Tuppergal crank up the heat in the hangar and move the event inside. As luck would have it, weather and work schedules allowed the Millses to attend the Rosaleses’ most recent hangar shindig over the Presidents’ Day weekend.
We were wheels up out of the Front Range Airport at 10:00 a.m. MDT. Winds on the ground were calm and temps were chilly, though not to the extreme. Weather patterns being what they typically are over the rock pile this time of year, we made like our feathered friends and flew south a bit in order to pass between the Sangre de Cristo and Culebra mountain ranges via La Veta Pass. Though this was an indirect route that increased our traveling time and distance by about 22%, it was a sensible decision.
After donning our plastic mustaches (O2 Oxysaver Cannulas), we cruised along at an altitude of 12,500. We revisited the era of spandex and big-hair with former video jock Martha Quinn on XM’s 80s station and took in the spectacular view out the window.
Our first 3.25-hour leg brought us as far as St. Johns Industrial Airpark in St. Johns, Arizona. As Gary the elder refueled the RV, we made for the restrooms, stretched our legs, and perused the assorted cards and scraps of paper tacked to the FBO bulletin board.
After departing KSJN, we ate lunch and settled in for another 3.25-hour leg. A circular crop at the Barstow-Daggett Airport in Daggett, California, kinda sorta looks like Pac-Man fixin’ to gobble up runway 26.
The wind sock was limp as we touched down on LØØ’s runway 26 at 3:30 PDT. It was a pleasant 58 degrees on the ground; and best of all, NO SNOW.
We spent about an hour visiting with Victoria before Paul got home from work. After a second walk around the airpark and a quick visit with Mercedes, we went to the Great Wall Mandarin Chinese restaurant in Lancaster for dinner. The tasty food was rivaled only by the company.
Across the street from Paul and Victoria live Angel and Deb. They wanted to check out an RV6A that’s currently hangared at Santa Paula Airport, so Scott and Rosie flew ‘em over for a look-see on Saturday. Scott, who had wanted to change 339A’s oil before heading to Rosamond, decided to “git-r-done”
after returning to the skypark later that afternoon.
Set-up for the potluck and movie began at around 4:00. Paul and Victoria’s efficient system for hangar-event set up/tear down must be seen to be fully appreciated. Practice makes perfect.
By the time the last of the guests had arrived, there were between 12 and 15 crocks of soup that included split pea a-la-Rosie (with a little help from Victoria), a few variations of chicken noodle, beef stew, taco, chowder, Italian sausage, and several varieties of bean. There were also assorted breads and desserts, as well as hot/cold beverages to wash it all down.
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Our SoCal friends Paul & Victoria Rosales have been hosting movie nights at their spacious hangar in Rosamond Skypark since June of 2007. Once or twice a month, throughout the summer, they roll out the red carpet for friends and neighbors to watch a movie under the stars of the Mojave Desert. In case you’re wondering exactly where the Mojave is, the image below (compliments of the USGS) shows it outlined in red.
There are also occasions when Rosie and Tuppergal crank up the heat in the hangar and move the event inside. As luck would have it, weather and work schedules allowed the Millses to attend the Rosaleses’ most recent hangar shindig over the Presidents’ Day weekend.
We were wheels up out of the Front Range Airport at 10:00 a.m. MDT. Winds on the ground were calm and temps were chilly, though not to the extreme. Weather patterns being what they typically are over the rock pile this time of year, we made like our feathered friends and flew south a bit in order to pass between the Sangre de Cristo and Culebra mountain ranges via La Veta Pass. Though this was an indirect route that increased our traveling time and distance by about 22%, it was a sensible decision.
After donning our plastic mustaches (O2 Oxysaver Cannulas), we cruised along at an altitude of 12,500. We revisited the era of spandex and big-hair with former video jock Martha Quinn on XM’s 80s station and took in the spectacular view out the window.
Our first 3.25-hour leg brought us as far as St. Johns Industrial Airpark in St. Johns, Arizona. As Gary the elder refueled the RV, we made for the restrooms, stretched our legs, and perused the assorted cards and scraps of paper tacked to the FBO bulletin board.
After departing KSJN, we ate lunch and settled in for another 3.25-hour leg. A circular crop at the Barstow-Daggett Airport in Daggett, California, kinda sorta looks like Pac-Man fixin’ to gobble up runway 26.
The wind sock was limp as we touched down on LØØ’s runway 26 at 3:30 PDT. It was a pleasant 58 degrees on the ground; and best of all, NO SNOW.
We spent about an hour visiting with Victoria before Paul got home from work. After a second walk around the airpark and a quick visit with Mercedes, we went to the Great Wall Mandarin Chinese restaurant in Lancaster for dinner. The tasty food was rivaled only by the company.
Across the street from Paul and Victoria live Angel and Deb. They wanted to check out an RV6A that’s currently hangared at Santa Paula Airport, so Scott and Rosie flew ‘em over for a look-see on Saturday. Scott, who had wanted to change 339A’s oil before heading to Rosamond, decided to “git-r-done”
after returning to the skypark later that afternoon.
Set-up for the potluck and movie began at around 4:00. Paul and Victoria’s efficient system for hangar-event set up/tear down must be seen to be fully appreciated. Practice makes perfect.
By the time the last of the guests had arrived, there were between 12 and 15 crocks of soup that included split pea a-la-Rosie (with a little help from Victoria), a few variations of chicken noodle, beef stew, taco, chowder, Italian sausage, and several varieties of bean. There were also assorted breads and desserts, as well as hot/cold beverages to wash it all down.
More to follow...
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She has already bought another lens (telephoto) which should be here any day.
