The facility may well be the oldest continuously operated aircraft construction plant in the US, think about that for a second.
Now here is one of the best things I saw: the place was BUSY, things were happening there, business seems to be very good! What a great thing to see, especially in an area with the other job options being
mostly the service industry, ranching, and being retired or just being wealthy. What a resource the plant is for the area in other words, and has been for over 50 years, and great PR for us pilots to the general public.
The fabric area seemed to 100% women, and I had the immediate thought “damn, I wonder if any of them are available?” Thinking how sweet it would be to say “Honey, after you cook dinner, wash the dishes, and do the laundry, could you run out to the hangar and patch the belly, again? I caught another sagebrush today on a new landing site while you were at work. Me and the boys got another big day planned tomorrow and I need the plane looking good.” Yeah right! I have a 1918 Popular Science magazine showing a similar looking room, full of women doing fabric work on aircraft, with the caption “the female gender seems particularly well suited for this type of work,” I am going to try and find it and send them a copy. Did I say the work was PERFECT? Like every other work site I saw, things were coming together at a unhurried but relentless pace, and the sense of 100% top quality was evident.
The entry price to the Husky club seems to start around $220,000.00, with a 4 month wait time after an order is placed. Good to see they can deliver one for even that hefty price, as the amount of hand labor that goes into one is huge, like any airplane I guess. I got to sit in one, and tried to wrap my mind around the fact, if I owned it, if I would have the balls to take it into a small gravel bar or another new mountain top site, like I do often with my S-7? Like the US national debt the dollar amount is beyond comprehension to me, and scratching one, much less bending one, would be “not good”. The thing is built like a tank, and I’m sure could handle anything you could throw at it, if you dared. Leaving the plant and seeing my crude little homebuilt plane sitting there waiting, I had a urge to find a rock to throw at it, what a cobbled up, make shift excuse for an airplane! But then I remembered it was paid for, all mine, and I could take it places I would not lose any sleep over if things went a bit wrong. By the time I had blasted off, turned the Sirius radio back on and was heading back through the mountains to Inkom at 8K and 90 mph and less then 4 GPH, I felt a lot better, and I had decided that if I ever hit the lottery, I know where my first 1/4 mil will go. In the meantime, I’ll just have to struggle along as best I can with what I have. Thanks for the tour Dan




