Six-Zero-One Charlie Foxtrot

I finally got a chance to try out that new pilot’s license at a hidden gem of an airport just outside Chicago. The locals call it Cushing Field; I call it heaven. It doesn’t have a control tower. It doesn’t have jets waiting in line. It isn’t surrounded by congested airspace. It doesn’t even have pavement. It is just a grass airstrip out in the country with genuine pilots hanging out there each and every day. I loved it! In fact, I loved it so much, I parked right next to the runway, plugged in to the flight school electricity, and stayed a couple weeks. In those two weeks, I took several people up for airplane rides (15 people to be exact), logged about 10 hours of flight time, and made over 30 landings (about 28 of them were good — don’t ask about those other few). It was an experience I will never, ever forget. Oh, and for those wondering about Six-Zero-One Charlie Foxtrot, it is the tail number of the airplane I flew. Most of the airplanes at Cushing Field have a tail number that ends in “CF”. Pretty cool!

Flying over Illinois in N601CF
Flying over Illinois in N601CF
My copilots for the day!
My copilots for the day!
SportCruiser N601CF
SportCruiser N601CF
I could get used to this!
I could get used to this!
Thanks for the ride, Sean!
Thanks for the ride, Sean!
Cushing Field in Newark, IL
Cushing Field in Newark, IL
Trike landing at sunset
Trike landing at sunset
Illinois River
Illinois River
  • Maya Armstrong

    Nice pictures. I miss you. I love you, Uncle Kyle. See you in Montana!