Going into a gravel strip with only an NDB for navigational aid. Old Man IFR has an uncanny ability to reveal himself at the worst times. The clear weather I had experienced early in the flight soured quickly as I approached Lisola. The haze caused me not to spot the airport until less than five miles away from it, and then I was far left of where I needed to be. It took quite a bit of fancy maneuvering to get the Turbo Commander where it needed to be to land safely. And as I was coming down, I heard the dreaded "Stall!" alarm going off. I instinctively applied throttle, only to feel the landing gear touch down. As the airplane started trying to climb back in the air I had to quickly idle the throttles to get the plane back down on the ground.
This one definitely goes in the file of "Memorable Flying Adventures"!