We live in an airpark, where most of the residents have a small plane (or two) and their own hangar. I love the sound of small planes taking off. For some reason, it reminds of the best parts of my childhood.
Neither my husband or I know how to fly a plane, nor can we afford one, but when we found this place, he loved it because it had “dirt.” Eight acres of dirt and cactus. So much cactus that if I ever see another one as long as I live, it just might be too soon. But you know what they say, “bloom where you are planted.” So we have. We have come to love living in the airpark and hearing the stories from our neighbors of their adventures with their planes. One of them even commutes from here to southern CA every day and another to Phoenix.
And then there’s Burt, who has his own helicopter which is really noisy. And someone here has an ultra-light. I can always tell when that one is around. It’s even more noisy than Burt.
Living in an airpark has its challenges with technology. We can’t have cable T.V. It has to be a satellite dish. Cell phone reception is fragmented. And there is no piped in gas. Everyone has a propane tank, but most of the homes are all electric. Hardly anyone has a garbage disposal because we’re all on septic systems.
But with the exception of the planes taking off, it’s quiet enough around here to actually hear birds singing, coyotes howling, and Harris hawks calling to their mates. Then at night, if they’re around, we can hear the owls of all varieties hooting like they own the place. I love all of the sounds here. And I also love listening to the quiet, especially right before the sun does down.
We stopped by the airpark office today and saw this plane. I don’t know what kind it is, but it sure looked interesting. The propeller is in the rear and it looks like it might be missing the nose gear. Huh?
And then we noticed the new sign. When I first saw it, I thought it was a railroad crossing sign. What????? The streets in the airpark are also taxi-ways. Like how could you miss giving the right of way to an airplane? Look both ways!!!
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Namaste.
Eyes to See 