Most all of The Sky Surfer’s stories develop after reviewing the pictures and notes taken during a Safari. One might say the theme for the journey to Iola was environmentally driven. Once airborne, you’ll see.
While people tend to think of Kansas as dry and dusty, its climate is actually classified as Humid Subtropical. This translates to humid summers with mild to cold winters. For The Sky Surfer, the Safari to Iola accentuated the “humid” description of the clime to a degree not seen since The Harper Run…
Lots O Pix
Iola is over 100 miles Northeast of The Sky Surfer’s home base – Blue Sky Aerodrome. That’s near his Sky Safari maximum range. So let this serve as an announcement (warning?) that because the fog-shrouded plains seen below him that morning presented such marvelous scenes, he included lots of the photos taken during the opening phase of the journey. We think you will like them but if they are not your cup of tea – just “fast forward” to the arrival at Iola. The town has plenty of interest.
During this leg of the trip I monitored the “thickness” of the ground fog very carefully. As long as I could see the ground beneath it I continued. If it became deep enough to obscure the terrain I was prepared to turn back, turn to an alternate airport or land in a hay field until it burned off (Check out “Brian in the Fog”). With airplanes, one always needs to be ready for the possibility of an engine failure. The defense for an engine failure is to continually pick out potential landing spots you could glide to in that event. You can’t do that if you can’t see the the ground, though. Even though the more horizontal shots make it appear impenetrable, I could always see through the fog in a decent cone beneath me that would allow an unscheduled landing.
A Good Bump
Throughout this leg of the journey I had been the recipient of a 10 to 12 mph tailwind. I experimented with altitudes to find the sweet spot and 1,200′ AGL was the best. Below you will see The Kansas Flint Hills. I was amazed to see the fog still holding all the way out here, too. Usually I fly outbound at a much lower altitude in order to stay under the headwind and then ride it home. The trip to Iola was the exception to the rule.
The Lonely Bull
There is nothing special about the shot above except for the lone bull in the center (cue Herb Alpert). Mostly what you see is his shadow. I know he’s been wandering around all morning thinking, “Man, I know I have a herd around here someplace…”. When you are lost in The Flint Hills, you are really lost.
I’m always writing about keeping an emergency landing spot underneath on which to glide in case of an engine failure. Frankly, though, if you are going to get out of the pattern, there will be times when this is not possible. In those instances, one must choose between bad and worse (usually with extenuating circumstances). Toronto Lake presented itself directly in my flight path. Examining the shot above you can see a considerable forest-marsh area to the left and a stretch of water to the fore. I decided to go over the water because with the altitude I was holding I would have minimum exposure to a water landing. I figured I could glide to the bright green spit if needed be. That’s better than coming down in the tops of trees by far.
After deciding the course you see in the center of the shot above, a large group of white birds floating to the south of the light green isthmus caught my attention. I diverted to the right in order to take the picture of them you see below.
A natural resource of great worth is Kansas Limestone. It is used for buildings, signs and markers. In the days of settlement, because board wood was expensive and had to be imported, farmers used limestone to make fence posts. You can still see them at various places across the state. I have also seen slabs of limestone used to fence in an entire home.
Round Or Square?
Hay bales come in a variety of sizes and are either cylindrical or rectangular. When I was young, hay bales were always rectangular and mostly small enough to lift. In the 1970’s, farm equipment companies introduced the large round bales which can weigh up to 3,000 pounds. Typically they are sheathed in a plastic mesh or sometimes a partial or full plastic wrap. There are advantages to the various methods. A more complete discussion of hay storage techniques is available at several places on the web – Like HERE or HERE.
In A Fog
Earlier I presented a number of photos featuring the beauty of the prairie enveloped in ground fog. About an hour and 45 minutes into the trip, the wind direction shifted and was beginning to hinder my progress. To remedy this I dropped out of the stratosphere to cruise at 300′. This alleviated the quartering headwind but resulted with an unintended consequence. The problem was the insistent fog/haze in conjunction with the angle of the sun. The shot below was taken as I crossed the Neosho River about 4 miles West of the airport. Normally at that altitude and distance I should have been able to see evidence of my destination but not that morning…
A good thing about my Quicksilver is that the gas tank is located right above my head so I can easily see the amount of fuel I have. The bad thing is that when it gets down to the last gallon and the destination is not in sight it consumes all my attention. In the shot below, the brightness of the sky to the right (Northeast) is a good equivalent of what my eyes saw: Nothing but Bright White. I began to doubt my GPS and looked for a place to land so I could consult my map. I wondered if I was too far South. While dithering around, not able to make a decision, I passed over a number of really nice landing field candidates but continued on in hopes of seeing the destination. Finally I was seized with the desire to land and figure out where I was. By then, though, the good spots were all behind me…
Suburbanite Goes To The Country
OK. I grew up in Suburbia. Since moving to Kansas in 1980, I have been interested in The Farm Life and have come to know a little bit about crops and farming. Some I learned by discussions with farmers, some I might read in the paper and some I learned from observation. Some things about farming I learned the hard way – from direct experience. This was such an opportunity…
A fine and wonderful thing about The Great Plains is the constant availability below almost any flight path of an abundance of perfect landing fields. Non-Pilots refer to these landing fields as mowed hay fields. Countless times I have touched down on them and have found them to be absolutely ideal for that purpose.
From the lead-in discussion to the previous picture, you might have formed the idea that I boxed myself into a corner. I won’t confirm or deny that. By the time I finally committed to land, I looked ahead and saw an open field about a quarter mile from my position. This suited me fine because I didn’t want to back track to any of the 3 perfect hay fields I had just passed over. Going forward would save fuel. I mentally patted myself on the back for persevering in my quest. That glow extinguished when I was close enough to see it was a harvested corn field. I had never landed on, walked on or in any serious way considered a harvested corn field before…
I throttled down to make a low pass over the field. From about 10 feet I could see there was plenty of room between the few stalks that remained in the ground as long as I landed with the rows and not across them. Confident of my piloting ability, I decided I would “put ‘er down” in one of those clear rows, get out and look at the map.
That I did. In the bargain I learned something new about farming that everyone I discussed this with in the interim takes as “common knowledge”.
What I couldn’t see in my low pass of the field was the nearly complete blanket of corn cobs over the field. This became apparent the moment my wheels touched down and they pitched out in all directions around me. Upon checking the propeller I am happy to report no strikes but it did make for a very rough landing field. I did some research and found that corncobs had been used for heating years ago and have potential for making ethanol but with the advent of combines they are just tossed back onto the field.
My corny landing at least allowed me to confirm the GPS. After takeoff I climbed for a better view and it wasn’t five more minutes of flying before I saw the town.
A Slave To Convention
In the shot below, the airport is quite a bit to the right of the right edge of the frame. It is 4 miles South of town and would have been fairly quick to reach from that point. But, my Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) upon reaching a Safari Destination is to grab my aerials of the town FIRST. That way if the scene gets cloudy or I run long on the ground and am pressed for time or any other issues, I will have some “sky shots” of the town. I suppose I could write a Sky Safari Story about a town even without aerial views of it. I personally would find it severely lacking, unprofessional and an embarrassment and far below the high standards of The Sky Surfer. I might even have to post it under another name… Thus it is a priority and this next series will reveal the result of said effort. I will circumnavigate Iola clockwise starting from its Southwest side and then exit on its Southeast side, then heading to the airport.
NOTE: An “Eagle Eye Award” goes to Leslie Wilhite who commented on the photo and caption above and also to a photo a few downstream… “In Iola the picture that you thought was the city power plant is true and the copper colored roofs are the recent water plant upgrade. The two lakes at Bassola are old limestone quarries from when Iola had a cement plant. The smaller one is called Elk’s lake. And by the way there is a town called Bassola which consists of about 10 or 15 residents. They have a city council and Mayor form of government.”
Check This Out…
It took me about 20 minutes to find a map on the web with names of these three bodies of water on the South Side of Iola. Farthest West, at the top of the photo below, are the water purification vessels. Then MapQuest says that both of the other lakes are named Lake Bassola. Maybe one is Lake Bassola Minor and the other Lake Bassola Major.
Contest For County Seat
As I research the small towns to which I Safari, I have learned the importance of being the County Seat – particularly during the settlement years. Iola was formed by a group of citizens who were disgruntled at the Kansas Legislature’s choice of Humboldt, Kansas to be the Allen County Seat in 1858. In 1859 they started their own town. They named it after the wife of one of the owners of the property upon which the town was platted. They continued to politic for this position and were finally vindicated at the end of The Civil War. They finally garnered the votes necessary and were declared The Allen County Seat on May 19, 1865.
Now that you have seen Iola from the air, I will show you various things that caught my attention as I drove around to see it for the first time.
The Center was presented to the City by Banker and Businessman Thomas H. Bowlus in 1964. It has a very solid look to it with a touch of Art Deco on the main street side. I have included photos of the plaques that adorn the entry way so you can read more about this fine structure and its mission.
The Town Square
This next series of photos was taken around The Town Square at the center of which is The Allen County Courthouse and The Law Enforcement Center.
Saturday Is A Work Day In Iola
I walked over to Ron Goodman as he took a break from mowing and commenced to converse. Ron told me he works for Slife Lawn Service who has the contract for all the county grounds keeping. He also told me there are tunnels under many of the buildings around The Square. I have visited other Kansas towns that also had tunnels under their buildings. Iola’s were closed that day but one of these Safaris I will get a chance to see what prairie town tunnels are like.
Time To Eat
I dropped into B&B Cafe for what I thought would be a quick bite. The place was hopping and all the tables were full. I ordered lunch and they brought out a huge meal. It was very good but way more than I generally eat. The waitress asked if I wanted to take the leftovers with me in a box but I had to politely decline. There is just no room for baggage of that nature on my plane. She asked if I was on a motorcycle but when I explained my “ride”, she was quite intrigued. Of course, she is now in possession of a Sky Surfer Calling Card and Writing Pen. Maybe she looked at my website.
Iola Civil War Memorial
I had been told to look for the War Memorial by Ron Goodman earlier but had not yet seen any signs pointing it out. I asked Alexis how to find it, and excellently, it was nearby. As soon as I left the restaurant I made a beeline to it.
The Soldier State
Research on the web informed me that Kansas was called The Soldier State because so many soldiers settled here after The Civil War. There is a superb website dedicated to the monuments and memorials of The G.A.R. HERE. My study has been primarily World War II so I didn’t immediately recognize the acronym. It stands for The Grand Army of the Republic. I had seen GAR stars in the cemetery of Attica, Kansas when I Safaried there. That story has some very interesting elements you might like to see and read about.
A Surfer Re-Entry
Because the War Memorial is just outside of the West Side of town on Highway 54, as I re-entered Iola and I saw the welcome sign below.
Hot And Humid (And Far)
Iola is 107 miles from my home field. While it is not the farthest Safari I have made, it is pretty close to that record (117 miles to date). After “whirlwind touring” this treasure trove of architectural and historical delights, it was time to hitch up and blow out of Iola.
As it would happen, I would make another landing on the return journey, meet more folks and see some interesting motive objects of historical import…
The Same But Different
Because I stick pretty close to my course line to and from a destination, I will often cross over the same areas or objects. It’s a judgment call whether to take pictures both times. If I think the lighting is better or there is less haze or something new is revealed I will include shots from both directions. I think the shots in this next series passed on all three accounts.
The Flint Hills
One of my all time favorite movies was actually a TV series called “Lonesome Dove“ featuring one of my top 10 all time favorite movie actors – Robert Duvall. That series and most of The Great Western Movies used dramatic panoramic shots to give sense of the great open spaces of The Wide Open West. Being out here by myself gives me an inkling of what it was like to be first to enter these places in the 1800’s.
An Interesting Sequence
Even though some might think The Plains are all the same, these next two shots give you some idea how quickly things can change out here. I was skimming along at about 50′ AGL when I came upon the area shown below with all the trees. It was in a low area just after climbing a slow rise. I don’t like to fly low over forests because they do not allow for landing in case of an engine failure. I climbed to get some altitude…
Then, quite unexpectedly, this strange site below appears…
I was flying under a headwind to conserve fuel. When I saw the strange “white hill” in the next shot it was all I could do to fire up the camera and grab a shot under my right wing. I don’t like having a wing cable in the shot but that’s the best I could do because I didn’t want to use up gas circling around for another look. I think it is tailings from a dig. As I am writing this I checked a satellite photo and the area does appear to be an open pit mining enterprise of some type. I did not discover what type of resource they were digging up.
My flight profile is not about speed or time per se, but The Trip – The Process. If I was interested in traveling from Point A to Point B in a hurry I would choose a different conveyance for sure. Ultralight Flying is not about speed. It does fall under the laws of physics, though, and a headwind can run you out of gas before you get to Point B. As I approached Beaumont, Kansas I decided my fuel level was a bit lower than I needed to reach Blue Sky Aerodrome. I landed to put some more gas in the tank.
There is never a dull moment when stopping at Beaumont. The food is good, there are signed photographs throughout the Hotel featuring “notable world aviators” who have visited it, and there are always folks interested in airplanes that want to see what you flew in. On this trip, before I shut down the motor, Steve Nielsen had walked over to say “Hi” and check out the Quicksilver. Steve works for the school district in Wichita and was out with his buddies riding their classic motorcycles. They had stopped in Beaumont before heading into the backroads of The Flint Hills.
Eagle Eye Award: Reader Chris Pile of Wichita, KS. wrote “
Have enjoyed your blog for quite some time, and just spotted your most recent entry. Must correct you – it’s Pete & Ruth Dueringer…. members of my car club, the Midway Chapter of the Studebaker Drivers Club.
Thanks so much for your posts and pics!
Back On The High Way
After talking a little while I bid the folks goodbye and continued my track across The Flint Hills.
I can say The Great Plains never cease to inspire me. Every flight is different – each town unique. I hope you enjoyed this Sky Safari to Iola.
Blue Skies & Tailwinds!™
Brian FitzGerald – The Sky Surfer