It was a late take-off on Tuesday due to fog over my departure airport that didn't burn off until about noon, but while I waited I used some of the time to replace one of the new landing lights that had already burned out. ($30.00 for a bulb that lasted about 4 minutes total use. Good return on investment there.) But I got up eventually and soon I was heading east.
Here's Frederick, MD airport just to my south. I didn't stop there this time.
They also have a Grumman Albatross flying boat there in MD Air Guard colors. Apology for the crappy shot here--my camera's really starting to jake out on me.
My approach to the Martin State runway, coming in from out over Chesapeake Bay.
A vintage Piper Cub.
Look! Another Cub.
Hey, who put this car-hauler in my departure path?
My next planned touch-and-go airport was Easton, MD, but as I was pulling back off the deck, I looked to me left and...Holy Hell!
As luck would have it, the Collings Foundation is in the middle of their Wings of Freedom tour where they travel around with their B-17, B-24 and TP-51C offering tours and rides. So I taxied up and tied down just across from them.
But then weather came along. The B-24 told the tower that they were going to land and shut down due to some heavy rain that was coming in fast from the south and east. The tower replied back that they didn't show any precipitation on their radar, yet when I climbed to altitude and started flying south towards Cambridge, there it was:
The bay topography is pretty though.
The next twenty minutes or so were a bit busy as I worked to stay out of the weather AND thread my way between several patches of restricted airspace belonging to Dahlgren and the Patuxent River Naval Air Station, but I made it through and soon I was back in the clear, winging my way to Shannon Airport. I hit Shannon quick, as daylight was fading, then Stafford Regional, where I tried and failed to get a picture of a DC-3 on their ramp. I hit Culpeper Regional at dusk and shared the pattern with this cool Waco biplane.
Here's the private airport at Upperville, VA. Paved, 5100 feet long, and no planes on the field or even and hangars. Kinda odd. And they've got the word "Restricted" painted all over that runway.
By now, I'd been flying almost four hours cross-country. I'd hit nine new airports, saw lots of cool stuff, and I was ready for some dinner and a beer or three. I crossed the Blue Ridge and my flight path took me over Mount Weather, the Secret Squirrel FEMA center. (So secret that it has a Wikipedia page) This is where all the "important" politicians and bureaucrats will go hide when bad times come.
A little more flying, and finally--home.