Before Dave sold his gorgeous Stearman, we spent some time flying it in the early part of September.
It's hard to believe that my boring ol' Spam Can once lived in this same hangar.
Continental-powered with wooden prop elegance.
Taildraggers spend every moment on the ground pointed skyward, perpetually longing for flight.
Shortly after take-off. With that helmet on, the whole "wind in the hair" feeling really just isn't there.
The Lake Michigan shoreline from the Stearman.
We flew low over the corn maze at Carpenter's Dairy Farm in Bangor, MI.
With the disappearance of the Stearman from South Haven, it was the end of an era. But, oh, what a magnificent era it was!