Santa Barbara Airport (IATA: SBA, ICAO: KSBA, FAA LID: SBA), also known as Santa Barbara Municipal Airport, is a public airport located 7 miles (11 km) west of downtown Santa Barbara, California, United States.
The Santa Barbara airport is adjacent to the University of California, Santa Barbara and the city of Goleta. However, the land that the airport sits on was annexed to the city of Santa Barbara by a 7 miles (11 km) long, 300 feet (90 m) wide corridor, most of which lies under the Pacific Ocean. This a shoestring annexation. Much of the airport is between 10 and 15 feet above sea level, and it is bordered by the wetland area known as the Goleta Slough.
Five major airlines serve the Airport as of March 2012 with non-stop flights to Denver, San Francisco, Phoenix, Seattle, Los Angeles and Portland, Oregon (starting June 4th). SBA currently has over 30 daily departures and over 200 one stops to everywhere in the world.(see below). In 2011, more than 728,000 passengers used the airport. Other direct flights from the county include nonstop service to Honolulu and Las Vegas operated from the Santa Maria Public Airport located in northern Santa Barbara County.
There are two fixed based operators on the field, Atlantic Aviation and Signature Flight Support, as well as three flight schools, Above All Aviation, Red Baron Aviation, and Spitfire Aviation.
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