There are many sights and sounds at a fly-in, but yesterday, while in my tent, I realized there was a background music I’ve never before noticed. It was the metallic “tink, tink, tink” of many hammers driving tiedown stakes. In Homebuilt Camping at Oshkosh, it can grow to the level of cicadas on a summer evening, as entire freshly-parked rows of beautiful birds are simultaneously staked to earth, captured against wind and storm, there to be admired until again released to fly.
