Jay asks...

Are we supposed to bring our own food, or how does that work?

O dear, you need not bring food, nor beer. Last year Nauga (a swell fellow
most often seen in the Homebuilt group) brought an excellent selection of
imported brews to add to the selection in the Beer Fridge in Highflyer's
hangar.

If you don't like clutter or mechanical parts, too bad -- you'll note that the
hangar is proof of the difference between the X and Y chromosomes. It is, to
say the least, primitive...though we cover the tables with plastic ala Church
Basement Dinner to achieve sufficient sterile conditions for eating the
frequent excellent meals.

If you spend a little time flying other people around in your plane and
letting them reciprocate the favor and then visit the aforementioned Beer
Fridge, you'll never notice the clutter (though in past years an airgun's been
made available for bold souls willing to reduce the number of noisy birds
nesting in the rafters).

Highflyer's wife Mary, a delightful woman, was a meatcutter by trade for years,
and the gigantic barbecue wagon produces cooked bits of carnivore food that are
nothing short of exquisite. Upon departure last year I was still threatening to
break into the hangar one last time to revisit any remains of the tenderloin
that might be left. You have not eaten like this at any flyin you've ever
attended.

And for conversation, company and sheer casual time-wasting among one of the
most intelligent groups of people ever to dress like hoboes in Hawaiian shirts,
there is no parallel.

We leave tomorrow soon as I get off work.