Bad Daughter

I'm a bad daughter. Today I woke up with a headache, runny nose and cough. I decided to stay home and not contaminate, so I called the home and told them I wasn't coming in. But as the morning went on, I began to feel better and decided that maybe my malingering had to do with the fly-in at the Beaver Airport today. So ...

I hopped into my trusty Buick and headed toward Beaver (population 1300). Thought I knew where the airport was but no! Drove through town and found the sign that said airport that way, followed the road for about 5 miles and gave up, turned around and went back to town, turned around and ... and around ... and finally saw a plane landing, followed it and lo and behold! The airport! (I know, run-on sentence, but it was a run-on experience)

But there was the fly-in and yay! one old plane showed up, a Cessna C35. The P51s didn't show just because it was 5 degrees on the field, with wind.

I discovered that my Badz Maru fleece gloves don't prevent frostbite. So I went into the airport waiting room to warm up.

The Waiting Room

The heating/airconditioning system

But the fly-in was really sponsored by the experimental aircraft bunch so the little buggers appeared like crazy, with one of them landing about every 5 minutes.

I left at noon and there were probably 35 planes there, and for some reason an Aston Martin and a Jaguar.