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The best events are rarely planned
I’m a big fan of planes and have wanted to be a pilot for as long as I can remember. Being blessed with colour blindness (or poor differentiation) meant that those dreams would be dashed at the onset, but I’ve had the occasion to occupy a co-pilot’s seat every now and again. It scratches that wilding itch I’ve had since birth to throw off the shackles of gravity, if only for the moment, and head skyward.
I shot the eclipse from the Northeastern Kingdom International Airport in Coventry, Vermont. It’s a big mouthful of a name and, with two decently sized runways, can handle everything from Pipers to Gulfstreams. It won’t technically handle the big jets, but who needs them? It’s much more bourgeois to have Gunther and Sven fire up the jet in Teterboro and “rough it” with the proletariat in Vermont for a day.
However, aviation brings all sorts to the table, and not everything is pristine or as high-powered as a Gulfstream or Pilatus PC-12. There’s enough variability and eccentricity amongst the fifty or so aircraft that flew in to start to appreciate, just like I noted yesterday, the various expressions of humanity. From the experimental planes like the Ela10 Eclipse seen above to the Beechcraft Bonanza seen just below this sentence, every variation you could think of was on the stand.
