
It seems that the rotating beacon at Lompuque had been out of service for just about a
year and was going to be re-lit and put into service, and so it was decided that this would be a convenient excuse to go flying. The 180 was fired up and we headed south at dusk to venture over for the grand ceremonies.

Upon arrival we found ourselves as the only participants in attendance, not another soul to be seen on the airport grounds. A good time was had by all, admiring the shiny new beacon once again silently spinning high atop it's tower. So after 20 minutes of staring up at the beacon, we flew back home.
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