A BOLD AND INDEPENDENT LOOK AT AVIATION’S BIGGEST ISSUES
GRASS STRIPS ARE DISAPPEARING, BUT THEIR GHOSTS REMAIN IN THE SHAPES OF FARMERS’ FIELDS AND THE HEARTS OF PILOTS WHO FLEW THERE. In the early ’90s, before I came to Flying, I few, photographed and wrote about sport airplanes, doing a lot of the fun part off of little grass strips from Lakeland, Florida, to Bellingham, Washington. The experience was inspiring but not new to me.
As I kid growing up in western Massachusetts, I’d regularly go with my dad to the local sport flying field, Pilgrim Airport, just up the Connecticut River Valley in Hatfield. I got my first airplane ride off of Pilgrim’s 2,200-foot turf strip (there was a crosswind runway too), and I saw my first warbird there…
