Complete the passage.

An old wooden shack and rows of tilted fence posts: In a way, this deserted little patch of Midwestern dirt was the starting point for every airport in the world. On a cold winter's day I scan a snowy, lonely field north of Dayton, Ohio. Not sure exactly where I am, I wonder for a minute if I'm lost. A National Park Service sign makes it clear what I'm looking at: "The first airport. Exploring Huffman Prairie Flying Field." Wait. Back up. I don't think I knew about that. Like millions of other Americans, I was taught that the Wright brothers worked their flying magic in a place called Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. Then it hit me: What I'd stumbled onto was the Wrights' outdoor laboratory -- where they took powered flight to the next level.

-- The first "cargo flight," took place out of

OPTIONS:
- Americans, said Petersen.
- College Park, said Petersen.
- Dayton, said Petersen.
- Huffman Prairie, said Petersen.
- Huffman Prairie Flying Field, said Petersen.
- Kitty Hawk, said Petersen.
- Maryland, said Petersen.
- Midwestern, said Petersen.
- National Park Service, said Petersen.
- North Carolina, said Petersen.
- Ohio, said Petersen.
- Pearson Field, said Petersen.
- Washington state, said Petersen.
- Wright brothers, said Petersen.
- Wrights, said Petersen.
Huffman Prairie, said Petersen.
Avsluta passagen. Ett gammalt träskjul och rader av lutande stängselstolpar: På sätt och vis var denna öde lilla lapp av mellanvästernskura utgångspunkten för varje flygplats i världen. På en kall vinterdag skannar jag ett snöigt, ensamt fält norr om Dayton, Ohio. Jag vet inte exakt var jag är, jag undrar en stund om jag är vilse. En National Park Service-skylt klargör vad jag tittar på: "Den första flygplatsen. "Utforska Huffman Prairie Flygande Fält." Vänta. Backa. Jag tror inte att jag visste om det. Precis som miljontals andra amerikaner fick jag lära mig att bröderna Wright utförde sin flygande magi på ett ställe som hette Kitty Hawk i North Carolina. Sen slog det mig: Det jag snubblade på var Wrights utelaboratorium -- där de tog motordrivna flygningar till nästa nivå. -- Den första "lastflygningen" ägde rum ur ALTERNATIV: - Amerikaner, sade Petersen. - College Park, sa Petersen. - Dayton, sa Petersen. - Huffman Prairie, sa Petersen. - Huffman Prairie Flygande Fältet, sa Petersen. - Kitty Hawk, sa Petersen. - Maryland, sa Petersen. - Mellanvästern, sa Petersen. - National Park Service, sa Petersen. - North Carolina, sa Petersen. - Ohio, sa Petersen. - Pearson Field, sa Petersen. - Washington State, sa Petersen. - Bröder Wright, sa Petersen. - Wrights, sa Petersen.
Finish the passage. An old wooden shed and rows of sloping fence posts: In a sense, this fateful little patch of midwestern cure was the starting point for every airport in the world. On a cold winter day, I'm scanning a snowy, lonely field north of Dayton, Ohio. I don't know exactly where I am, I wonder for a moment if I'm lost. A National Park Service sign clarifies what I'm looking at: "The first airport. "Exploring Huffman Prairie Flying Fields." Wait. Back up. I don't think I knew about it. Like millions of other Americans, I was taught that the Wright brothers performed their flying magic in a place called Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. Then it occurred to me: what I stumbled upon was Wright's outdoor laboratory -- where they took motorized flights to the next level. -- The first "load flight" took place out of ALTERNATIVE: - Americans, said Petersen. - College Park, said Petersen. - Petersen said Dayton. - Huffman Prairie said Petersen. - Huffman Prairie Flying Field, said Petersen. - Kitty Hawk said Petersen. - Maryland said Petersen. - The Midwest, Petersen said. - The National Park Service said Petersen. - North Carolina, Petersen said. - Oh, Ohio, Petersen said. Petersen said Pearson Field. Petersen said Washington State. - Brother Wright said Petersen. - Wrights said Petersen.
Huffman Prairie, sade Petersen.
Huffman Prairie, said Petersen.