Smallest airport you've used (commercially)

...Has to be next door to the Beaumont Seminary School, Bar & Grill, where the last pastor of my grandmother's church, that the church fired last year, got his divinity degree.

 

Mmmm, the Wolf Tavern.

Some awesome trout fishing out that way, in Saratoga and down by Riverside and Encampment. Always lots of provate jets at SIA.

 

Beat the Bakers Narrows airport that is about 15 miles south of Flin Flon, Manitoba north of the 54th parallel. Whenever you land there you are convinced the plane will go off the end of the runway into Lake Athapapuskow. I've heard the passengers applaud when the pilot managed to stop the plane.

 

In my days covering the Southland Conference, I flew to seemingly every rinky-dink airport in Louisiana. Monroe, Alexandria, Lafayette ... jumbo jets need not apply.

 

There actually is an airport there, and I've eaten at the McDonald's, too. I flew United from Chicago to Denver, hopped a United Express prop job in Denver and bounced through the air to Riverton. My bag was less fortunate. It was deemed to be too heavy for the final leg and arrived the next day.

 

That one's a beauty. Instead of the 45-minute commute out to the huge one, I once walked off a plane there, rolled my suitcase over the little bridge and down the street to the Westin Harbour Castle.

How many major cities can you say that about?

 

Manhattan, KS. Get off the plane and from the runway you can see buffalo running around in a farm across the street.

 

Home, sweet home.
Did they have to chase the deer off the runway before you could land?

Any long trips I've taken lately, I opted to drive two hours north to the Buffalo airport instead of twenty minutes to BFD. That should tell you how much I trust that place...

 

When I was a kid we were in that area a lot visiting my grandparents and there were two crashes at Bradford, fairly close to each other. Had to be in the mid-to-late 1960s sometime. Might have been Mohawk or Allegany.

 

Christmas Eve 1968 and January 6, 1969. Same airline (Allegheny), same type of plane, same foul weather. Roller-coaster rides got nothin' on landing on the mountain during a snowstorm.

 

Wilmington, N.C. That was a little bit after I got out of college. I can't remember if that flight was to BWI-Marshall outside of Baltimore or to Omaha.