
Now I know why I built a hangar and turned one of the barns into a hangar at the old homestead...and the Old Girl did not think I was that smart...


This past weekend holiday weekend was bitterly cold.
I decided to meet some Old Retired Rocking Chair Flying Geezers Saturday morning at 08:00Hrs. at the bugsmasher field while the Old Girl went on to the old homestead to see the daughter in law and grandchildren. Our son is away flying until the end of March.
The outside temperature was minus twenty-nine (29) degrees Celsius with a wind chill of minus thirty-six (36) degrees Celsius. Not the coldest of days this year but cold enough when you are outside for several hours at a stretch.
One of the lads was on the tractor grooming the snow covered grass strip. Oh and by the way, the snow is piled about six feet high along the roads here at the bugsmasher field.
Not bad since we never got snow until February this year, it rained most of the first part of winter.
My first two hours was spent trying to start a Cessna 140, we even had to remove the spark plugs...got her going eventually but I decided to spend the next hour inside the club house and not go flying.
What...I must be getting over the hill...turn down a flight over the beautiful winter landscape

No it was the bottle of RUM that enticed me to go inside and stand near the wood stove...

The dozen of us finally managed to get seven aircraft into the air, snow was banked much too high for my liking, a snow blower would be required to clear a path to free the other aircraft from their snowed in locations.
Naturally the conversations turned to why not build more hangars...it all comes down to money and time...not sure if anything at all came out of our morning conversation on hangars as we were outside again to clear the snow away from some of the clubhouse windows. No windows were broken.
Sunday was spent doing much of the same thing...I did manage a hours flight with a friend in a Cessna 172 and quality time was spent chewing the rag around the wood stove in the club house.
The Holiday Monday was partially spent at the old homestead where our grandchildren already had the snow covered grass strips groomed, they even had a landing area on the frozen river. No problems with their aircraft and the C185 performed flawlessly on wheel/skis.
The Old Girl preferred to stay inside and bake pies, I thought that strange, not to go flying but perhaps the cold is taking it's effect on her more so than on me.
Well home again and I have some time on my hands, perhaps a simulated flight is in order

Enjoy the Winter folks...we do...
