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Air Cam Association: Say Oregon!
It was Air Cam heaven.
For two days we had our own private landing strip adjacent to the Rogue River,
in southern Oregon. No faxes, cell phones, email, television, or calls
about new credit cards: just the roar
of the Rogue relentlessly grinding away at granite below. For two days,
Half Moon Bar International
was ours. While we swapped flying stories and admired our planes,
deer roamed freely across the property.
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Breathe deeply.
Set up a 2000 fpm descent into a steep river canyon, thread your Air Cam
through trees that reach out for your wing tips and plunk down on a
luxurious grass carpet.
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Jeremy and son Nick fly
from Grants Pass to the Half Moon Bar, thinking that they are a jet
boat. Guest later exclaim, "so THAT'S what flew over our
heads."
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Bob Earle smiles after
his first (of many) landings at Half Moon Bar.
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Nick thanks Jeremy for
delivering him to HMB safely and not breaking his other leg.
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Bob and Jamie Dieterich arrive from
Quincy in their Turbo Reindeer Rocket.
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Heaven on earth: home
cooked meals, a 1300' grass strip, three Air Cams, comfortable rooms and
no contact with the outside world.
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