I’M NOT NECESSARILY a fan of the end result of crop dusting—some chemical sprayed upon a field with the residue sifting into the air and upon the earth.
But watching a crop dusting plane at work does fascinate me.
On a recent Saturday afternoon, while traveling Minnesota Highway 28 en route to Morris, I was entertained by a crop duster spraying a cornfield near Westport.
Just ahead of the van in which my husband, son and I were traveling, the plane skimmed across the highway before completing a sharp turn to pass back over the roadway and across acres of corn.
I am no aviation expert, but it seems to me that special skills and a dose of daredevil courage are required to fly a crop duster.
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling