Anyway, no pictures of that flight, but despite the very poor (Easter) turnout , I spotted a few happy heathens out worshipping as only pilots do: going flying on a picture-perfect spring day.
First time I've seen this nice Tomahawk flying here:
Lucky for him, the wind happened to slack off a bit and veer west as he rolled. Wasn't that way for me, I'll tell ya ("The sky was angry that day, my friend...").
Got a call earlier from MarcoAviator, so seldom heard from here at "the V" these days (busy with his own site, etc.)... seems he wanted some company for a flight in the Cherokee. I hung around until he arrived, and soon it was time to saddle up 56T for a little jaunt down south. Andiamo!
Wayylll... I didn't take many stills on this trip; shot a lot of video (coming soon to YouTube), though.
We wound up on tiny Tangier Island, Virginia, which lies out in Chesapeake Bay. Having of course googled it when i got home, I can tell you the island's first white settlers were 18th-century fishermen from Cornwall.
It boasts a crusty old runway with grass growing through the cracks- no fuel, no facilities, but as soon as we parked, some guy in a golf cart showed up to collect a $5 landing fee. Looking back, he might've just been a local con man.
A very quaint little place, still in the torpor of the off-season. But there are some year-rounders here, so there was one little restaurant open. We decided to hang out and have some grub.
There are many half-feral cats here; they are free to roam as they're very unlikely to get hit by a car (saw one there, but most people putt around in golf carts, apparently). This big tom approached us with a look that said "None may pass!"
As Marco tried to call his wife to tell her we were about to die, I realized the cat's message was for some other cats we had just passed... and Marco realized there was no cell service.
Next: Pit stop at NAS Wildwood, then home
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