Oshkosh 2021: A Photo-blog

Last night, we got home from Oshkosh. It was a great trip, and we were able to visit with many friends we haven’t seen since 2019. Still, after ten days of camping, porta-potties, and showers with handheld nozzles, I was glad to be home.

Rather than writing about the experience, I thought I’d show you some of it in photos.

En route, we stopped for breakfast at Port Clinton’s Tin Goose Diner where plane spotters outside watched us manouver our 182 between two other planes. When one of them thanked us for the show, I wasn’t sure if they meant the parking job or The Engineer’s landing prowess. 🙂 As it turned out, it took longer to park than to decide to press on after hearing there was a 30-45 minute wait for a table.

Farms in western Ohio — the topography many picture when they hear our state’s name.
Setting up temporary camp at our friends’ grass strip in Illinois.
Obligatory photo of dusk at the airstrip
Lineup of traffic going in to Oshkosh. Note: this is on the Saturday before the event begins on Monday.

On Sunday night, we celebrated two birthdays. A piper who was camping nearby heard us sing, so she brought her bagpipes and played us several tunes. I didn’t get a picture of her, and the one I took of her pipes includes the face of another camper. Although unwilling to share that photo without permission, I am mentioning the story because it illustrates the magic of Oshkosh.

View of camp on Brat Night, a yearly feast when many visit us to dine on brats and corn on the cob. We had between 200 and 250 people this year. Unbeknownst to us, balloonists had been scheduled for a demonstration at the end of our row. What a beautiful sight!
A few of the planes at the EAA Museum.

Below are some scenes from the Fly Market.
This made me smile.
Despite being only a short bus ride away, the seaplane base is an oasis of calm, away from the hurly-burly hustle and bustle of the main event.

On the way home, we flew past Chicago.

Here’s the city, hazy in the distance.
Growing closer.
Navy Pier
Chicago on the aviation chart.

Of course, there’s always the aftermath. Since I worked today, this pile of dirty clothing awaits my attention tomorrow.