I started the morning with a trip to the leg-making guy. We've got a new one fitted and it should be ready in a week. Give us another week to work the kinks out and I should be back to regular walking again for the first time since mid-December. Yay!
Then I left the leg place and bopped on down to the airport, because the weather was just too nice today.
First thing I saw was this little Light Sport CTSW.
First target: Shepherdstown.
Bakerton Quarry, just waiting for Aaron to come down so we can do some diving and check out the caves.
With the leaves all down, I've got a window for some photos that are otherwise impossible to get--the old Civil War stone fort atop Maryland Heights.
Visible below the ridge line here is the trail--an old wagon road originally--leading from the river to the fort up top.
Here's Harpers Ferry again.
You can't really make it out in this shot, but there's someone on that back porch making obscene gestures.
Next, it was Winchester, Virginia for a few practice landings, sharing the pattern with a Citabria and a Piper Cub.
After a few circuits there, I crossed the Blue Ridge and paid a visit on Upperville, "the airport that isn't really there".
I didn't stop here.
This is "rich people land", though, so stuff like this might not be out of sorts. In fact, here's a nearby residence. And yes, it's one house.
From Upperville, my flight track took me back over my friends at Mt. Weather.
It's really more interesting from this side. Note this area in particular--a secure compound within the secure compound. That gray "track" you see around it is double-row security fence.
And look, on the west side of the complex, an identical set-up: another little "firehouse" up against the hillside, surrounded by double-row security fencing.
in the public domain. This place is rather well documented and no longer "secret" like it was back in the 1960's. (Even FEMA has a web page about it.) Still, since they like to harass pilots flying over by sending spotlight-wielding helicopters to chase them off, I figure that there's got to be something down there worth looking at.
Having had that five minutes of fun, I flew back toward home, passing over one of my other favorite spots--the place where the government contractors train to do the stuff that we don't want to use our soldiers for.
A bit more playtime, and then it was back to the home field for a few more practice landings. I wasn't going to shoot any more, but since the winds were coming from the east for a change, it opened up Runway 8 and I don't get enough practice on that one, so I did a few touch-and-gos, alternating left and right traffic patterns.