The warm front was predicted to hang out all day day over the second day of the fly-in, and gray skies and mist shrouded the nearby ridges. But by noon a miraculous thing happened: A patch of blue appeared in the sky. And, like children who’ve been cooped up inside for far too long, the taildraggers began to venture out. First one, then two, then three and four–all eschewing the paved runway for the simplicity of turf.
The skies stayed clear long enough to permit a spot-landing contest, which was handily won by a pilot in a J-3 Cub who touched down a mere two feet beyond the blaze orange line. How are your spot-landing skills?
Tags: fly-ins; $100 hamburger