John fueled up Black Bart, then fueled up Zipper, then took off for Willow Springs and the EAA meeting. And lunch, don't forget LUNCH.
Too windy for Young Eagles flights, this youngster had to settle for a static ride in the 180 Cherokee in the hangar. He didn't care, he had fun imagining the ride. His turn will come when there's a better day.
Found this critter marching across the ramp. I relocated him to a clover patch. According to the book, he prefers wild carrot, Queen Ann's Lace, but I didn't know that at the time. Upon morphing into butterflyhood, he will become a black swallowtail. He shall be known as Black Bart.