It took a little bit, but I finally got it going. Then it was back to mine. I was reluctant to prop it without it being tied down, but there wasn't much choice. No problems, though. We taxied out to the runway and ran up.
Basis is an ex-military field, with long, wide runways.
Lennie taxied to the center. Charlie followed, turning off at the close edge and beckoning me to the opposite one. We took off in a Vic, and eased the formation open for the forty-minute flight to Black Rock. Soon the airport appeared. We fell out of the sky in a flying-circle gaggle of yellow, red, and blue.