The opposite of a trip report ... or "when pilots come to visit"
The "cousins" stopped in over the weekend - one just for a short breakfast flight while the other was on the first leg of quick trip south and back.
BTW - anyone trying to figure out how to rack up 400 hours in less than a year need only consider that cousin 1 - or is he cousin 2, I get them mixed up - flew more in three days than most of us manage in a month!
Anyway, they said it was pretty easy finding the runway this time ...
... once they both had a chance to land and taxi to the farmhouse, the dogs - not a reference to the pilots - stretched their paws. The weather was nearly perfect ...
There was no time to waste so I got to work in the farmhouse kitchen. Zen, the farm dog insured there was no slacking by the cook ...
The menu was the typical - bacon, eggs over easy, home fries, pancakes, and banana French toast using home made bread ...
The food didn't last long and before we knew it, cousin 1 - or was it cousins 2, I get them mixed up - was headed back north while the other headed Souh.
Y'all come back soon now, ya hear!
(photos by Vlad)