After missing Oshkosh due to a bad carburetor, Allen and I were
looking for a different adventure for this summer. Allen suggested
going to the Antique Aircraft Association (AAA)'s fly-in out in
Blakesburg, Iowa. So it was that on a lovely day in late August, we
found ourselves packing my 1947 Aeronca Champ (“Rudolph”) with
camping supplies and heading west. The flight to Upshur, WV (W22) was
lovely, but unfortunately due to weather coming in, we didn't want to
stop for lunch at my favorite restaurant. After that, the terrain
smoothed out and went to corn. Miles upon miles of unending corn,
broken only by the rare soybean field. For about eight hours into a
stiff headwind.
An actual interesting portion of the trip - corn, soybeans and windmills!
We stopped for the night in Fayette County, OH (I23), very close
to our destination of only a couple months prior – Middletown, OH
(MWO). There, we crashed in the FBO for the night. They have a shower and keep the fridge stocked with food (even the pizza
place 3 miles away won't deliver to the airport). In the morning, we
woke up and set off on our way. Our first stop was Indianapolis
Executive (TYQ) for fuel. Our next stop was Rantoul (TIP). Here, we
found a hidden treasure.
Rudolph with his air museum buddies on the ramp.
Former Blue Angel A-4. It has my name on it, so it's mine. Right?
Rantoul is an old Air Force base (Chanute) which was closed back
in the '90s. The airport has a feeling of disuse. We picked a runway,
landed, and found the FBO. We were the only plane there, but were
told that during the crop dusting season, they can't fuel the planes
fast enough. From the ramp, we saw a fence with many old military
planes languishing behind it. It turned out to be a VERY neat little
museum. They have many exhibits about the history of the base, and a
hangar filled with some unique planes and part of a missile silo in
addition to those outside. If you're ever in the area, Rantoul is
definitely worth a stop.
The marsh by the Mississippi River. Yes, that is all corn.
The mighty Mississippi.
Unsure of the fuel status at the Antique Airfield (IA27), we made
one last stop at Pekin (C15) before heading into the field. We
purposefully did not take on fuel in the wings to come in light,
which proved to be very fortuitous. About halfway between Pekin and
Antique, we crossed the mighty Mississippi. This was a welcome sight.
What I found to be most interesting is that we were crossing at an
area where the river was braided, and in one place, corn had been
planted on every little spit of land which was (my guess) dry enough
to drive a tractor on.
Antique Airfield off the left wing.
We finally made it to Antique in the early evening, set up camp,
and enjoyed the peace. The weather was perfect and it was a beautiful
evening. This, unfortunately, was not to last. The AAA fly-in this
past year was affectionately referred to as “Lakesburg”. After
our first day there, it started raining and didn't stop. Many planes
were waved off because the runway had turned into a marsh, and we
weren't sure when it would be dry enough to leave. The whole place
was a swamp. Once I gave up on trying to keep my feet dry and ran
around barefoot though, it actually wasn't bad. One guy with an
especially large puddle in front of his plane put out a “No Diving”
sign.
Airplanes lined up down the taxiway.
As for the airplanes, the ones that made it in were beautiful. A
family flew down from Canada in their 195 and unloaded a wonderful VW
bus tent. It definitely made you look twice! There were many rare and
beautifully restored antiques that did make it in. There was a good
showing of Howards, Interstates, 195s, Luscombes, cabin Wacos,
Stearmans and Aeroncas. One guy flew in from Washington State in a
polished aluminum Ryan SC-W, and proceeded to spend the remainder of
the fly-in polishing it. My favorite airplane there was a Call Air. I
had never heard of these before, but according to the owner, only
about 15 were built, with ranchers in mind. It was a neat little
plane and the owner was friendly and welcoming, even taping a “Please
Touch” sign to the airplane's side.
It's a VW. Wait...
Ryan SC-W
The Call Air
Despite the dreary weather, the people were mostly happy and very
friendly. We were told that the focus is usually on trading rides in
unique airplanes with other attendees, but this was not possible due
to the weather. Instead, everyone hung around and chatted. There was
plenty of camaraderie. There was also plenty of time for checking out
the AAA library, the aeromart (used airplane parts, some of them very
rare) and browsing the wares of the few vendors. One day, the local
church ladies brought pies to sell for a fundraiser which were
divine. There is also a pub on the field.
Camping with Aeronca Chiefs and trying to dry out our stuff during a break in the showers.
Overall, despite the weather, we had a good time. When it came
time to leave however, there was some concern. We didn't know when
the runway would dry out enough to get out. Finally, they began
letting lighter planes go. I had the longest takeoff run I've ever
had in Rudolph, being heavily loaded and in the muck. When we
accelerated enough to get the tail up, the airplane surged forward
and we finally made it off. I was glad we were light on gas – some
others were not so lucky and drained and sold their excess gas for
cheap.
Some nice blue tennis courts on the way home.
We stopped for gas about 20 minutes out and continued on to
Galesburg, IL where some people had already arrived for the Stearman
fly-in, scheduled for the following weekend. About 15 or so planes
were parked on the field. We took the courtesy car into town and had
a nice lunch. Afterward, we walked around and saw another guy with an
L-16 that we had met at Blakesburg. We chatted for a bit, looked and
the Stearmans and headed out. Since we were in no hurry, our next
stop was Danville, IL (KDNV) where Midwest Aero restores P-51
mustangs. We got to take a tour of the shop and admire the P-51 they
are currently working on.
Rain off the wing we near home.
The rest of our trip home was fairly uneventful. We stopped for
the night again at Fayette County. In the morning we went to Upshur
(W22) and stopped for lunch at my favorite restaurant. We were
disappointed when we pulled up and the place was deserted, but they
leave the key to the courtesy car in the visor. When we got back to
the plane, all the yellow parts were covered in tons of little
beetles. We tried getting them off but they just kept coming back. We
decided to take off anyway. Most were blown off and left on/near the
runway, but some made it all the way back to county. Not wanting to
import what were potentially nasty bugs, as soon as we shut down on
the ramp, we made it our mission to stamp out the survivors. We then
put Rudolph back in his hangar and went home for a very welcome hot
shower and comfy bed.