Fridaymorning, after breakfast in Frayersburg, I went to Tom's Barbershop to have a haircut. Tom also used to fly and a model is over the chair where I got my trim. Then I went to Dresden to to my internet things in the open Wrangler Jeep. John Graham buzzed me there with his Scout to let me know that he was starting another pipelinetrip. When I arrived back at Graham Farm, there was a phone call from Rick Papp. He would come to pick me up in 20 minutes. Patty was there too. She had made me fantastic business cards I could use at Oshkosh, with my US cell number and blog name printed on them. Deb drove me and my things down to the field. John Graham just got back in. John, Rick and I had a good lunch at Scottie's Den in Dresden. After I saying farewell to the Grahams, Rick and I took off on the way to New Martinsville, Westvirginia. It still was hazy, and quite bumpy, but after half an hour we landed there. Put the Cub in a hangar. Margie Papp waited for us. We did some shopping. Tried to make the last phonically: at the Lodges no phone, no internet. But what a beautiful place! Although Rick's back and hip caused him a lot of pain, he insisted on showing me around over the hills and into the woods on the ATB. I saw two place, where a guy called Greg, landed his Rantz- aircraft. It is because I happen to know this Greg, or else I would thought Rick was telling me fairy tales …
This is the video of Gregs Ohio Bushwheel Pilots while landing there:
Pioneering :: Ohio Bush Planes from Greg Swingle on Vimeo.
In the woods Rick showed me some family cemeteries, some neglected, some very well kept. Now I start to understand what hillbilly country means, many high steep hills, places where a hermit might be in his comfort zone.
I write this on Saturday morning. Woke up with fog all around. Ricks back gave him a terrible night. We had home made Sausage Gravy for breakfast . If the fog burns off we might fly to New York upstate. Just went up the top of the hill, with now and then cell phone coverage, to check messages. Margie is mowing the grass. I go with the flow ...
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