Pacific Prowler

On Thursday the 18th of June a historic World War II aircraft made a brief stop at the Logan Cache Airport. The Pacific Prowler is a North American B-25J Mitchell Bomber. The Pacific Prowler was deployed to the Pacific Theater during the War and flew over 120 missions. Visit the Pacific Prowler website for more information about her history and how to get a ride.

Julie Clark

Isn't her little co-pilot adorable?

We loved having Julie Clark visit our FBO!

Big Fun at the Leading Edge Open House

I've always been a sucker for airplanes, and the yearly Leading Edge open house at Cache Valley airport gives me a chance to drool over them as long as I like. Mostly, I ogle other people's machines, but sometimes, I take up a Cessna 172 or our RV-9, to join the fun. This year, I got my first turbine time. Thanks to pilot Trevor Hunter, and some help buying fuel, I got a lesson in a RAF trainer jet--a 1963 Provost. Slipping the 'surly bonds' has never felt quite so, well, powerful. From the first 3-g climbing turn, I thought my head would explode from sheer bliss. Trevor let me take the controls for a few minutes, and I took a few timid turns before he showed me how to turn it on a dime--which tipped the world on its ear in a hurry. After that, he showed me a roll and let me try one myself. We wheeled and soared and swung, but not in the sunlit silence, because I kept laughing and making timely, important comments, like "wahoo."

Still dizzy from the dance aloft, I run into John Kerr on the ramp, showing off his Hatz Classic, a replica of a 1930 Waco RNF he built from the ground up. The biplane had turned into a glider on the third of its virgin flights (number virgin flights limited to the imagination of the pilot), when the engine quit cold. Nonplussed, John eyeballed his distance from the runway and figured he'd have time to check off a few more maneuvers before heading for the numbers. I try to get more drama out of him, but he won't have it. Smirking, he says, "there I was, at 7,000 feet, when it got real quiet...." John says he has a list of people waiting for a ride, but I don't care. I gaze at the burgundy fuselage and silver wings and tell him to put me on the top of that list. Seems like just the thing in which to touch the face of God.