Sunday, August 24, 2008
On the way to Spokane, we stopped in a small town called "Ritzville." The town was definitely not "puttin' it on the Ritz," so to speak. There was a butcher shop that advertised "custom killing," a largely abandoned main street, and this airplane hangar. The field next door was advertised as the "Airport" for Ritzville, so I of course dubbed it Ritzville International. Though not visible from this angle, this plane had crop dusting nozzles lined up in rows underneath the wings.