After months of anticipation, I made my third trip to the annual
Gaston's fly-in organized by some online message boards. We left Thursday, June 11th and came back Sunday, June 14th. This time I was
(happily) pilot-in-command. I rode right seat while my friend Jim did most of the flying as a student pilot. As a good team, we navigated 500 nautical miles south in his 1961 Cessna 172, often with the GPS turned off and no VORs tuned in. The flight both ways went great and was quite enjoyable. We somehow lucked out in having smooth air and no headwinds most of the time. We were able to make the trip VFR, sometimes above the clouds.
We left Thursday evening and stayed in Burlington, IA overnight, where we stumbled across a new resort/casino complex called
Pzazz. I wished we would have had time to goof around there, but it was pretty much nachos then lights out.
Friday, we left there and headed to Mexico, MO for cheap fuel. Then we ran into our only weather problem on this trip: a four-hour wait in order to let a massive severe thunderstorm pass our destination. We diverted to Lebanon, MO which was right behind us when we noticed the ugly dark blue sky ahead. I learned all about what a
derecho is. It lasted about 12 hours that day,
plowing its way across the south. Luckily waiting in Lebanon kept us just north of the mess. Check out the
radar loop!
In Lebanon, we saw a plane with a bent-up wingtip from a recent storm. The plane was tied down there when a tornado passed nearby. We might have made it into Mountain Home ahead of the storm, but I really didn't want our plane to end up broken.
After enjoying Lebanon's weekly free lunch at the FBO and waiting, we left for Mountain Home. We logged about six hours total to get this far. Gaston's sent a van out to get us. We thought about landing at Gaston's, but I had bad memories of their runway turning into a mud pit two years ago after a storm. Since I didn't know what Sunday's weather would bring and we really hoped to get home Sunday, we tied down at Mountain Home on the pavement.
The fly-in itself was sort of ho-hum for us, which I know it usually is if you don't participate in the poker run or go for airplane rides. I did enjoy a dip in the pool and an attempt at catching trout in the river. I hung out with friends from the Pilots of America message board. Unfortunately after three meals in the overpriced restaurant, and a little too much boredom and being hot, I think I've decided this will be the last time I go to Gaston's for the fly-in.
Sunday we made the entire flight home in one day, and it was just over six hours. Our first stop was Mexico, MO again for a fill-up on gas and food. We had good timing because storms were threatening to overtake the route we just traveled. There were a few sprinkles after leaving Mexico. We decided to take a slight detour to Dubuque, IA to take a break and prevent sore butts. We borrowed the courtesy car and I showed Jim the view from the bluffs of Eagle Point Park. Our last leg had us passing Dodgeville and Wisconsin Dells, both of which have some oddities to take photos of. We were treated to a pretty sunset with rain in the background just before our final landing.
The nice flight had us wondering just one thing: where will we go next?
I took a lot of pictures during our flights.
View the album or click the play button to watch the slideshow below (110 pictures):
Blue = TO Gaston's, Red = FROM Gaston's