The hubs and I stopped into the airport a few weeks ago for a rental car. While we were there, we started talking with the general manager (who is a retired Air Force pilot) of the airport. Punk #1 is all about planes and would LOVE to start flying lessons...hence the conversation. After getting details of lessons, etc, he told us that they have a fly in breakfast every month and that we should come check it out.
Well, because of our fall marching band schedule, I wasn't sure we'd be able to, but it turns out we were able to spend an hour out there. We'll have to find a way to start him with lessons, because he was about to burst.
It was early...but got some good sun flare.
There were about 12 planes when we got there...
I never did an actual count, but this was the main area, it doesn't show the dozen or so behind us in the grass! I was rather impressed how many "fly in" for breakfast!
Watching them land
They come in all shapes and sizes!
Gotta love a small town airport. No "security" and being able to walk right out onto the tarmac...old school. And where they monitor themselves and don't need air traffic control. It was fun to sit and listen to them clear themselves for takeoff. Lots to learn from some awesome people. (A few more pictures still to come.)