Star Of Logy Bay

Harold Young bases his Challenger C-IYNG at Paddys Pond, on the outskirts of St. John's, Newfoundland. Logy Bay is not far away and Star Of Logy Bay is the title of a much loved Newfoundland song - only slightly modified below!

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(Photo by Bryan Quickmire with a digital Canon Pro90 IS.)

Star Of Logy Bay

    Ye ladies and ye gentlemen, I pray you lend an ear,
    While I locate the residence of a lovely charmer fair.
    The purring of her golden prop first stole my heart away,
    And her place of habitation is down in Logy Bay.

    T'was on a summer's evening, this little plane I found,
    After a winter of assembly, Which sometimes did confound!
    Oh Venus was no fairer, Nor the lovely month of May,
    May heaven above shower down its love, On my Star of Logy Bay.

    Oh, now I'll go a-roaming, I can no longer stay,
    I'll fly the wide world over, From my base in Logy Bay.
    O'er hill and dale in sun and rain, My floats will send a spray,
    So all will sight my heart's delight, My Star of Logy Bay.

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Harold Young found time from his highly successful but demanding marine electronics business to assemble his Challenger at home over the course of a single winter. Once Harold decides to do something it happens! And when it happens it happens with exceptional quality - his Challenger is a work of art!

Harold and his Challenger are somewhat unique in that neither has ever flown off land! A non-pilot, Harold learned to fly on floats at Paddys Pond after the winter build. His Challenger is on amphibious floats but the wheels are only used to drive between water's edge and his tiedown spot up by the treeline.

One of Harold's favourite late spring and early summer missions is low altitude cruising over Conception Bay spotting icebergs! Future plans include trips to isolated fishing spots where trout are the size of whales and exploring the fjords of Gros Morne National Park on the west coast of Newfoundland.

Since we're waxing eloquent, we're reminded of the Ode To Newfoundland, the local national anthem up until 1949 when Newfoundland joined Confederation. The beautiful lyrics echo the four season love of the Challenger by its flyers:

    When sun rays crown thy pine-clad hills, And summer spreads her hand,
    When silvern voices tune thy rills, We love thee smiling land.

    When spreads thy cloak of shimm'ring white, At winter's stern command,
    Thro' shortened day and star-lit night, We love thee frozen land.

    When blinding storm gusts fret thy shore, And wild waves lash thy strand,
    Thro' spindrift swirl and tempest roar, We love thee wind-swept land.

    As loved our fathers so we love, Where once they stood we stand,
    Their prayer we raise to heav'n above, God guard thee Newfoundland.

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