twdeckard
Pre-takeoff checklist
I am stranded at 3D2, but it has a couch and internet and a fridge with soda.
Flying to Washington Island to pick up my daughter, last trip of the summer. Huge TX hovering over the Island and when I couldn't shoo it off I had to head to Ephraim to park and wait.
Ephraim is an awesome little airport that is being rejuvinated by a very determined band of folks (www.friendsofephraimgibralterairport.com). There is an FBO, new self serve pump (and a fuel truck), a cool little outbuilding, loaner bikes and an astrovan courtesy car.
Well two fellows helped me lash the airplane down, showed me where the key was, the cache of soda, couch, this computer, and offered to take me into toown to get a room. I assured them that the weather was plowing thru and I would have an easy window before nightfall for the 18 mile flight.
Sure enough when the storm had (just barely) passed (and all the helpful folks had leff) I launched. Now it never dawned on me that the flash flood warnings might mean the airport would be a bit soggy. In fact, much of the grounds are torn up as a crossing runway is repositioned so the drainage is all messed up.
Now a wise man told me never land a tricycle with 6.00x6s on something you wouldn't walk across in Sunday shoes and after two low passes in which I was sorely tempted, I headed back to Ephraim just as the Sun set and here I am, bored and typing away. I could go to Green Bay and crash with relatives but its late, I'm tired and the couch doesn't seem bad.
Given the hospitality, I am sure no one will mind if I scrounge the last scraps in the fridge that were sandwidth fixins. I'll put an extra buck or three in the courtesy jar.
There is no point to this story and thank you for your indulgance in reading it, but despite the damned inconvenience it feels like one of those Richard Bach gypsy pilot adventures and I am bored at the computer.
Blue Skies
Flying to Washington Island to pick up my daughter, last trip of the summer. Huge TX hovering over the Island and when I couldn't shoo it off I had to head to Ephraim to park and wait.
Ephraim is an awesome little airport that is being rejuvinated by a very determined band of folks (www.friendsofephraimgibralterairport.com). There is an FBO, new self serve pump (and a fuel truck), a cool little outbuilding, loaner bikes and an astrovan courtesy car.
Well two fellows helped me lash the airplane down, showed me where the key was, the cache of soda, couch, this computer, and offered to take me into toown to get a room. I assured them that the weather was plowing thru and I would have an easy window before nightfall for the 18 mile flight.
Sure enough when the storm had (just barely) passed (and all the helpful folks had leff) I launched. Now it never dawned on me that the flash flood warnings might mean the airport would be a bit soggy. In fact, much of the grounds are torn up as a crossing runway is repositioned so the drainage is all messed up.
Now a wise man told me never land a tricycle with 6.00x6s on something you wouldn't walk across in Sunday shoes and after two low passes in which I was sorely tempted, I headed back to Ephraim just as the Sun set and here I am, bored and typing away. I could go to Green Bay and crash with relatives but its late, I'm tired and the couch doesn't seem bad.
Given the hospitality, I am sure no one will mind if I scrounge the last scraps in the fridge that were sandwidth fixins. I'll put an extra buck or three in the courtesy jar.
There is no point to this story and thank you for your indulgance in reading it, but despite the damned inconvenience it feels like one of those Richard Bach gypsy pilot adventures and I am bored at the computer.
Blue Skies