After 15 years, I finally got back to Owahee Airstrip in a plane. Better yet, it was my plane. With me piloting. The last time was in a boat. Flying it is way better. Check out my album for a few pictures.
I flew from Corvallis to Caldwell with nothing eventful to report. A fill up at Caldwell and off to 28U. Did a low pass from north to south to check out the runway. Turned around and landed toward the north. No problem, except I heard this flump flump sound as the mains touched. Crap! Flat tire. I kept it on the runway, but once it came to rest, it would not taxi. I lift/pushed the dead beast off the runway, then got out my airpump. Damn. The valve stem disappeared out sight down the black hole in the wheel. I had to rustle up some boards laying around to lift up the plane and get the wheel off the ground so I could skid the tube inside until the stem emerged. At least there is some advantage to flying a lightweight plane. Filled up the tire and taxied to the nice tie-down area.
The Owahee Hilton was recently refurbished by a generous bunch, and it was a real treat to stay there. Fifteen years ago, there were many un-patched bullet holes, rat turds, and general mess everywhere. It seems folks are taking better care of the place. I swept out a few turds, and picked up some garbage, but the place was nice. Since I was there last, the tie-downs are very nice, there is a pit toilet, and a new porch.
Walking around the point, I found an abandoned quad. It had no gas and I can only guess why it was abandoned. The low water also revealed a carcase of an old wooden boat.
I spent the night in the Hilton and was serenaded to sleep by the coyotes. A little later, the packrats were tearing all around looking for a way into the cabin. Oh yeah, a bat did turns about a point in the cabin before going outside for bugs.
I lifted off at 6:15 the next morning and flew upstream for about 50 miles. Loved seeing stuff I had seen from the ground in the past.
Weather and winds couldn't have been better.
Having to land two more times on a flat to get home was a bummer, but way better than walking. I went to Prinville and landed on the cross wind runway to be out of the way while I refilled my tire and my gas tank. Then, at my home airport, Corvallis, I landed in the grass near the apron and filled up the tire so I could taxi to the hanger.
All in all, a great trip. 760 miles, 9 hours, and 38gallons
I like this little machine.
tom