EAA Sport Aviation - February 2012

ever. Yet it’s all but deserted—which actually
presents a couple of challenges, once you’re
on the ground.

I did manage to find the one and only FBO by following a couple of small, makeshift signs stuck in the ground by the runway. And I have to say, the folks at FlightLevel Aviation were terrific–as was their new, fully decked, leather-and-wood grain interior, Buick SUV courtesy car. Getting that courtesy car off the airport, however, was a very different matter. I missed a turn somewhere and found myself wandering acres upon acres of sprawling, tree-lined streets. I knew I was lost. But since the airport is (as noted) all but deserted, there was nobody I could ask for directions.

After 15 minutes of fruitless efforts to find
my way to some open gate, I called my fiance,
Ed, who, as a naval oceanographer and mete-
orologist, was based at Brunswick in the late
1990s. Astoundingly, he remembered all the
streets and was able to give me progressive
taxi instructions by phone to what he guessed
would be the most likely exit still in use.