So I semi-market this as a blog about farmers who fly and yet there is so little evidence of flying! Since we’ve moved out of our hangar and down to the farm full-time, the convenience of airplanes has significantly diminished. Plus, to be honest, my interest in the whole hobby has waned considerably, and Jon is so busy with farm stuff and other hobbies (like building a wooden kayak) that flying has sort of been shelved.
But but but but when we have company from out of town, as we have recently, Jon likes to treat them to helicopter rides. So, hurray!
The mornings here have been wonderful and damp and misty, and Jon woke me up early on Sunday morning and whispered that he was going to get the helicopter and would be back soon. About thirty minutes later, he whirred over the roof of the house and landed in the neighboring field to pick us up.
It was great to see the farm from above again. I can’t believe it’s been so long!
The guys found army worms in our bermuda fields a few days ago. These little buggers turns lushy grass covers into dry stalks of sadness overnight. Jon sprayed for them, so we’re keeping our fingers crossed that it works, but with all the rain we’ve had it’s tough to tell what’ll take. You can really see the destruction from the air. Bummer.
I always love flying over the farmland and seeing what other people are up to.
And especially any opportunities to fly over water, which always looks beautiful from the air.
We took our company up to The Hangar cafe in Miller, MO. They’ve gotten a bunch of press in the local rags for the unique business strategy regionally speaking, but these sorts of hangouts are actually pretty common in the aviation community. Still neat, though.
What makes this place just a touch more unique than other fly-in restaurants is the fact that it’s readily accessible to the general public. When you stop in here to eat, there are far more farmers than pilots chowing down. The fare is decent, typical for farm country, and their coffee is strong and hot.
I like their Cub Breakfast, which is a standard egg and meat plate with hash browns. (Though these hash browns made me want to cry, though! Not even just a little bit crunchy? Come on!)
Jon got a country fried steak that was bigger than my head, so if you’re hungry, I’d opt for that route.And then what? Well, home again. That helicopter sure looks pretty sittin’ in the field.