Fly-in at Westcliff

Despite the forecast for thunderstorms at noon, hubby and I drove (in the car) 90 miles to Westcliff on one of my favorite motorcycle routes. The twists and turns along the way were not as exciting in the car, but we sure stayed dry through the light rain. Once we arrived at the little country airport the rain stopped and the planes (all two of them) went up. There was also a helicopter there that we did not see fly. A good time was had by all, and we stopped in an Amish bakery in town on our way home.