Jump in a Lake
At the Moosehead Lake seaplane fly-in, the dress is casual, the rules are bent, the competition is crazy, and the scenery is Maine.
- By airspacemag.com
- Air & Space magazine, May 2006
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On the flightline, there’s instant camaraderie, with people comparing stories, dogs, and airplanes. “I had a 205 like that,” Sellett muses about a green Cessna tied down nearby. “It had a control cable failure, and I had to put it down in a hurry. The dog and the three of us walked away.” Turns out that the owner of the green Cessna had a like experience, except that he was fortunate enough to be over an airport when it happened.
There’s also a bunch of pilots from Spencer, Massachusetts, who turn up in Greenville every year without taking part in the fly-in, except as spectators. After work on Friday, Steve Foley loaded his 14-year-old son and a quarter-keg of beer into his Cessna 150 and flew north, reaching Greenville just as the sun was setting. “You can see the lights in Greenville from a good ways off,” Foley says. This was a relief to one of his friends, who set out one year in a Piper J-3 with no electrical equipment (and who therefore remains nameless): “He was going too slow and ended up flying at night with no lights. He would light a match every 15 minutes or so and check his heading on the compass.”
Gregg Andrews, who owns the Spencer airport, bought a small vacation house in Greenville, mostly for the sake of the fly-in. “It’s a pretty neat thing to see them all together, all the old Grummans and such,” he says. So now the Spencer airport gang, 30-strong, camp at Andrews’ place. On Saturday night, they put on their own communal barbeque: “Twenty pounds of roast beast cooked over an open fire,” as Steve Foley describes it, “with a spit made from a hangar door gear drive transmission and an electric motor.”
The 33rd International Seaplane Fly-In is scheduled for September 7 through 10, 2006. If you too leave your wings at home, Currier’s Flying Service will take you flightseeing for as little as $70 for two. And remember, as the Black Frog restaurant menu warns, “When dining in Maine, never assume it’s a raisin.”