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Continuing on, I pass by this small dairy, then turn left. I'm getting close to Pine Hill Airport as affirmed by a circling plane that is getting ready to enter the traffic pattern for landing.

Fruit orchards now surround me, primarily apple and cherry in this neck of the woods.

After turning left I encounter the Nesbitt Fruit Farm. When I was 15 I picked cherries for a summer for the Nesbitts. It was my first paying job. My father is good friends with the Nesbitt Family. I think he taught one of them how to fly. Thinking back, I recall my sister Teresa picked apples for the farm for a few years to help earn money for college.

After a little more riding I come upon Pine Hill Airport. It's probably been over 15 years since I last visited. It has changed a bit, the large hangers in the back are new to me. Apparently they contain an air museum of sorts.