When we heard the controller talk to the plane ahead of us and he rocked his wings, I knew I was next. But when he called me a Cessna, I knew I had to correct such a misconception, and said “I’m an experimental, Avid Magnum”, even though we were not supposed to talk. After that he called me the “high-wing white experimental”. Much better! After all, this whole event is sponsored by EAA (Experimental Aircraft Association) and aren’t WE the stars? The controller assigned us to land on the runway the very farthest from the camping area that was our destination. Two and three airplanes were often assigned to land simultaneously, on different colored dots or on the numbers on the end of the runway. We were assigned to land on the blue dot in the middle of the runway, and as we touched down, my wife says I said “Got it!”) We spent more time, then, taxiing on the grass along the runways and taxiways, to where we were assigned to park, than we had spent in the air that morning getting there from Wisconsin Rapids.