The winter has been wet and unusually warm on average. Looking north-ish along RW 33, the bog is especially hard on landing gear with spats and mushy as well. It's easy to dig into the soft ground.
So we stay home. Comfy, relatively dry. The hangar leaks a bit here and there (to be fixed when Mark gets back from accumulating enough travel diseases to incapacitate the Fairweather Flyers plus some.
In spite of Mama Nature, there are a few dry days strung together .. enough to bring out the machines and aviate.
Last weekend's foray was to a private grass strip just South (always capitalized) of here, beyond our protective mountains, where an engaging fellow gives tailwheel transition instruction in a beautiful Cessna 140 and it was worth the visit. There are new subdivisions being built around the airstrip - I hope they can hold on to it.
Meanwhile, the Fairweather Flyers fly on .. searching for signs of spring wherever they can be found.
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