Friends think it’s all fun and convenience to have a private airstrip. They are forgetting the 40+ hours of annual mowing, contracting for biannual rolling, taxiway maintenance, and miscellaneous “surprises” like 60kts gusts snapping the windsock mast.
The windsock was looking faded so I already had a replacement on order. I planned to swap out the old one in the spring. A freak storm moved up the time table.
The mast is now 18″ shorter. It started at 20ft tall. At this rate I’ll be hunting for another old sailboat mast in about 10-12 years.
It’s nice to have the familiar sight across the front lawn once more. It’s been conspicuously absent for the past couple of weeks.