One of the best periods I ever had flying was a springtime when there were consistently windy days for weeks. Nobody would fly except for me and another guy. We flew trainers - planes without a lot of sentimental value attached.....

Whoa, what fun! Since nobody else was there, we'd get the planes down any way we could - 'cross the runway, backwards into a headwind, you name it. It taught us a lot about flying - we'd stop flying when the planes would get blown - when they were upside down on the ground