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Old 10-12-2017, 02:55 PM
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I walked into the Backyard Bar and sat down. I ordered a burger and fries.





There was a guy sitting next to me who just got off work and was eating dinner and drinking beer and griping about something that had to do with his job. I talked with the bartender about his salmon fishing adventures in Idaho.

It was a good burger. When I was finished, I used the restroom and walked back out to the van.



After dinner, I drove out of town by way of the old fire station where the tornado warning siren was poised like a shoot of foxglove over the rooftops.



Outside of Beach, on a crest overlooking the town, I beheld a sea of sunflowers, a numberless throng of celebrants, each gazing in my direction and making miles of glowing distance seem unreachable in the communion of their growth.



When I got back to the airport, I pushed the Dove over to the pumps and topped off. I watched the setting sun fall to darkness as the windsock stood sentinel over the runway. The runway lights lit up, and the airport got black, and I went into the pilot’s lounge to get ready.

For the dark.

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Old 10-13-2017, 11:53 PM
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Amazing story. Thank you so much for sharing
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Old 10-14-2017, 07:28 AM
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Scott

While your stories are very interesting and pictures are fascinating, I question the constant trespassing into peoples homes and personal belongings.

Someone's abandoned home and personal document is still "their" home and their belongings. If you come to North Carolina, I will welcome you into my home, if I am not there, please do not come into my home, hangar without an invitation.
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Old 10-14-2017, 10:41 AM
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I keep hoping for a Lee Child/Jack Reacher storyline to break out. The upset FBO gal was right in line with half the books.
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Old 10-14-2017, 11:38 AM
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Scott

While your stories are very interesting and pictures are fascinating, I question the constant trespassing into peoples homes and personal belongings.

Someone's abandoned home and personal document is still "their" home and their belongings. If you come to North Carolina, I will welcome you into my home, if I am not there, please do not come into my home, hangar without an invitation.
Steve, I am in total agreement regarding the constant trespassing. Although Scott’s story, his transience of America, is captivating, I question the legality of some of his actions. I am glad he came away unscathed. There were times during his transience, that I expected to here “Police Stop! Let me see your Hands!!!

Getting close to the end, thanks Scott for sharing.
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Old 10-15-2017, 02:54 PM
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It was a beautiful, clear morning in Beach when I got up and packed the Dove. I got dressed and packed up quickly after my devotional time, and I looked forward to a great day of flying in what appeared to be perfect weather.



I watched the little town sink below me on departure, and I climbed to altitude and shot to the northwest.



As soon as I crossed the Yellowstone River only 30 miles outside of Beach, layers of smoke began forming ahead and beyond, above and below me.







Pretty soon, I was in it. The smoke worsened the further I flew, and at 14,500 I still could not clear it. There was a cumulus layer forming above me as I crossed Glacier National Park, Montana. My slant visibility to the ground was marginal, so I pressed on through the brown-grey mire. I could smell the scorch of sap and pine and I could see a downwash of fog curling over the Great Divide as I overflew the puny glaciers.





I began a descent into Idaho after a three-hour flight through a lot of smoke and ash and plenty of turbulence to go with it. I landed and got fuel for $4.19 per gallon at the Boundary County Airport (65S), located near the town of Bonners Ferry.

After I topped off, I parked the Dove over on a transient tie-down cross away from the FBO building. There were a bunch of sticky, green, sap-laden bugs stuck on all the leading edges and on the windscreen. They were hard to get off. There was also a thin line of ash on the prop and wings.

While I was wiping down, a guy wearing an olive-drab tee shirt and a camouflage-colored hat walked over to me and started looking over the Dove. He said his name was Walter. He wanted to know where I was from. I told him I was on a 40-day and 40-night mission trip from California. Walter walked around to my panel and saw the Christian symbols painted there. He scoffed at it. He snorted as he walked back around to the front of the plane saying something like, “Yeah, I know all about that stuff!” He asked about my engine and propeller, so I told him. Then Walter began expounding upon his aerobatic flying skills and about how the Army taught him everything he needed to know about flying. He said he flew a lot of aerobatics in his own RV-8 that he built. Then he asked me what part of California I was from.

"Merced," I told him.



Walter almost lost his temper when he started talking about how much he hated California. I told him that there was a lot to complain about no matter where you lived, but California was my home state. Maybe I could find some things to say about Idaho, would he like that? I asked him if he knew anything about the Skinheads up there. Walter said, “Nice paint job,” then walked away and disappeared behind a cluster of hangars, and I finished wiping down the Dove and covered her up. Then I went over to the FBO.



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Old 10-15-2017, 02:56 PM
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I walked inside, but I could see immediately there was no after-hours access. I decided that I would see what might be available there so I could unwind and see what the smoke and the weather might do while I waited. I discovered that a massive wildfire up in Canada was responsible for the outpouring of smoke I had seen all the way from North Dakota.



There was a nice lady working in an office behind the counter. I asked her if there was a way I could get into town, and she gave me the keys to a courtesy van parked outside.



I thanked her after signing out with a copy of my driver’s license, then hopped into the van and drove into Bonners Ferry. It was a few miles away across the Kootenai River.



The steering linkage on the van was quite loose. I could crank the wheel about forty-five degrees either way before the van started to turn, and crossing the bridge going downhill felt like I was driving a boat and having to anticipate a few seconds ahead of the turn where the steering wheel needed to go.

I parked the van across the street from a museum. It was housing relics from some of the first hydroelectric generators installed there. The Kootenai River Brewing Company was just down the street. I got out and started walking through Bonners Ferry to explore.











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Old 10-15-2017, 02:58 PM
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Beyond the post office sat an abandoned grocery store, hunkered before a cracked and empty parking lot. I could see the countless millions of carts getting pushed out to an immeasurable traffic of cars and trucks, and I could see the trunks getting opened and the paper sacks filled with food going in while children happily ate candy bought by mothers who piteously but reluctantly succumbed to the whining behind the check stands which now stood desolate and cashless and dust-covered and silently destroyed by the commerce of time, even as the shoppers drove away contentedly knowing where their next meal was coming from, but not having any idea that such proud assumptions would someday come to an end.





There was a quaint veterans memorial planted just beyond the courthouse and city hall. Old Glory, an exquisitely large piece of stitchwork, waved prominently overhead in clear view of passing traffic.





I looped back toward a casino, crossed the highway near the south shore, and walked back to the Kootenai River Brewing Company to have lunch.







Inside, there were a lot of empty seats. I decided to sit at the bar where I ordered a plate of fish tacos.



The rice and beans that came with them were served in tiny plastic salsa containers, and I was still hungry when I paid my bill and walked out. I guessed that the beer was what people went in there for, not the food.
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Old 10-15-2017, 03:01 PM
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After lunch, I walked down a dirt road in front of the brewery toward a train trestle. I rested there for a time and watched the water go by. Then I placed a captive cross of Merced soil on the banks of the Kootenai River. I walked back toward the museum, then got into the boat-van and crossed the bridge uphill to the airport.





In the FBO, I sat in a recliner and napped off and on for a time. I found out that the lady who worked behind the counter used to be stationed at Mountain Home Air Force Base as a commissioned officer. I told her that I was an enlisted ground troop there during the Reagan years. She went outside to use a weed whacker along the building, and it sounded like a buzz saw was eating away the walls of the building and I could not nap anymore, so I decided to get up and walk down the street. I went to get a couple of candy bars at a Citgo gas station.

Across the street was a fire station with a flag at half-mast. I did not know why.



There was also an antique dealer with old signage arranged like a loose-fitting mosaic outside the building.



When I got back to the FBO, the owner was working through some paperwork with an older gentleman at the front counter.



Later, I got into a conversation with the older gentleman. His name was Wayne Sommers. When I told Wayne about the 40-day and 40-night flying mission and the path I had flown, he mentioned Robin Reid who flew out of San Jose some years ago. He told me about the Monocoach that Robin had purchased eight months earlier right there in Bonners Ferry. I told Wayne that I would be seeing Robin again soon when I flew up to Independence to see the eclipse on August 21st. Wayne gave me his business card to show Robin, and I thanked him. He told me that he was going to be having a family reunion the next day and he hoped it would not be too hot. I told him I was more concerned about the smoke I had to fly through than I was about the heat. Then Wayne wished me the best as I walked out to the Dove and packed up.

It was time to go again.



There were a few thunderstorms developing along the Rocky Mountains as I shot over to Kalispell, Montana, then proceeded southeast to the BAXTA intersection.





From there, I weaved through a few more small storm cells, all the while getting knocked around in the cockpit by turbulence and squinting through the smoke. Visibility gradually improved the further southeast I flew.



An hour-and-a-half after startup, I entered a downwind for Runway 01 at White Sulphur Springs, Montana (7S6). There was a direct crosswind of about 20 knots going over the runway, and I had a foot full of rudder touching down. I taxied up to the pumps and pulled the mixture.

I got out to see what was available there besides cheap fuel.

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Old 10-15-2017, 03:04 PM
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It was really windy there, and I could still see the Canadian smoke putting a haze in the air. I walked into the shack to have a look.





There was a desk, a few chairs, and restrooms with running water. That was about it, and that was just fine with me. I did not feel like getting knocked around anymore that day in the smoke and haze.

About ten minutes after I landed, I was getting fuel when a guy came driving through the gate in a white pickup. I introduced myself, and he said his name was Kevin, the airport manager. He asked me if I was going to stay the night there, and I told him that, yes, I was planning on it. He said I could use the Lincoln Town Car if I wanted to. I had to call the local sheriff’s office to get a code for the key lock, however. I thanked Kevin, and after getting topped off with fuel, I parked the Dove with her nose to the wind.





Meanwhile, Kevin pulled out his C-172 and started wiping it down.





Kevin told me that he had not wiped down or washed the plane since he owned it. I was not sure how or why he suddenly got motivated to clean his airplane that evening, but I did not question it. I went back into the shack and called up the sheriff’s office. A friendly lady answered the phone, and I told her that I needed to get the code for the Town Car. The key was in a lock box on the wall. The lady was unsure what the code might be, so she told me to give her my phone number. She would check with somebody who might know. She called me back a few minutes later and gave me the code. She asked for my name and aircraft tail number. I told her. Then she asked for an expected return date for the vehicle.

“Tomorrow morning,” I said.

I went back out and asked Kevin if there was an automotive parts store in town. I needed to buy some more Marvel and I wondered if they were still open. Kevin took out his phone and called somebody up. He told whomever he was talking to that I would be coming into town maybe five or ten minutes after closing time. Could he keep the tills open until then? Sure, no problem. Kevin put his phone away and told me where to go. The guy was waiting for me, he said. I thanked him.

Then I got into the Lincoln Town Car, started it up, and drove into town.



I pulled into the parts store and bought a quart of Marvel.



Then I headed back to the airport. I wanted to make sure that I had everything square with Kevin before he went home for the day, and I wanted to thank him again for his hospitality and for talking to that guy at the auto parts store.

After Kevin put his Cessna back in the hangar and left the airport, I decided to drive into White Sulphur Springs to explore the town while I still had the daylight to do it. And I did.

I parked the Lincoln Town Car behind the local hospital and started walking down Main Street.



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