Ononta'kahrhon -(Cradleboard Hill) from the old Clarksville Airport Runway.
Biplanes were young. -A hidden history."
the longest time I had heard rumors about the Clarksville airport but
it was elusive, off in the woods someplace, on private land they
said, where I would never be able to see it obviously.
story goes, that a World War I Vet bought his biplane after the war
and brought it home to. Then he came up here on the escarpment and
acquired a very special piece of farmland with a
runway along the cliff edge. They say he used to fly in and out at
will until the power companies acquired enough of his lands through
eminent domain so as to make the runway too short to actually use.
Years passed. The woods collapsed around it and it's location became
day my friend Mike offered to help me remove rubble from the backyard
of the house I had recently purchased. I had been struggling for
months with a wheelbarrow, load by load and was beginning to feel
that the job would never end. We made arrangements for him to come
over with his Kubota and a trailer on my day off. A Kubota for those
of you who don't know it's a small miniature multi use bulldozer
type of vehicle.
took all of 15 minutes for him to load half of the pile on the same
trailer he had transported the Kubota on. Then he drove the trailer
off to some nearby location and dumped it in a clean fill.
he came back for the second load I inquired as to where he was
disposing of the materials. "It couldn't be very far off" I
said, "you weren't gone for long." He told me he had a
client who owned "the old Clarksville airport" who was
looking to shore up the cliff edge at one end of the runway. "It
was five minutes away and I could come along and see it if I was
interested, on the next load." "What? Really?" I
thought, "Can this be happening? What luck!" "Sure."
I said, hiding my excitement as best I could...
the last of the debris's were loaded onto the trailer and I was
happily piling into the truck. Buckling up, off we went down the
road! Suddenly, he veered from the road into a field, steered between
an opening in a split rail fence and plunged into the woods! As we
raced precariously up and down along a dirt path, in between trees,
over and around rock formations, the trailer happily following us
towards the cliff and the edge of reality, I gripped the door handle
in nervous anticipation and an uncontrollable ever-widening shit
eating grin spread across my face!
there we were, as if transported to a secret world! The truck
stopped, and I stepped out into another time. When I looked up, not
surprisingly, there ahead of me was my loadstone, my muse,
(Cradleboard Hill.) as it must have appeared in primordial times. And
I was there, actually there, if only for a moment.