Monday, June 28th Mile Pole 80 JR

I left Wisalla and after a one hour drive North I arrived at JR's. An airfield, a few hangars with houses, a silver car and a friendly man. Must have met him the first year in New Holstein, but then everyone was new to me … JR told me about the terrible loss he had: May 14th his friend Neal B. Burleson had made a deadly crash with his Cub in the woods nearby. The coroner said it was a blood clod in Neals brain that 'd caused it. In JR's hangar the remains of Neals Cub were divided in two: good to be sold, and trash. A guy had come in to buy the engine.

Loading up Neals Burlesons engine

Then JR took me to a loghouse dinnerplace, a 15 minutes drive. After waiting for another 15 minutes the servant said came over. She could only serve drinks, kitchen closed at 9.00 pm. I told her I was writing articles on dining in Alaska for a Dutch cookery magazine, and what should I write now! She didn't know if we were pulling her leg, but she came up with some good soup and bread. We accepted so JR didn't have to cook spaghetti as another option. We finished the meal off with cake and ice cream. When JR paid, the woman said the soup had been on the house. And he said we would send her the article. At 23.15 we were back in the house. I checked email. It was still light outside. I had a shower, closed my curtains and slept. Great welcoming …