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Not All Adventures Are Planned….

As a fire pilot, we have a mandated schedule of “12 days on, 2 days off”…and there’s no choice about when those days will be….the lucky ones get a part of a weekend, most of us get a random couple of weekdays.  Recently, I found myself on a day off, driving along the interstate, and saw a sign…”scenic route”.

 

I’ve never been a big fan of “scenic routes”….sometimes some great scenery, but often stuck behind a vehicle that has a peculiar talent for speeding up in passing areas, and slowing down in the “no-passing zone”.  But, this day, when I had hours to spend prior to arriving back at my motel for the night, I chose to drive the scenic route….. Continue reading


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It Happened….Again….

It’s been a busy few days….I got to Arizona Thursday evening, flew one flight right before sunset on Friday, then Saturday was busy.  Hot, and as is always the case in the first of the season, there’s a bit of disorganization that seems to stick like a tar ball on a beach…can’t quite shake it, can’t get rid of it, doesn’t really stop you from running, but manages to make things more difficult.

 

 

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Tex and the Corsair

The darkness was inky black. Tex drove to the airport, saw the runway lights in the dimness, and was ready. The Corsair was waiting. Day flights, made over time, had left him feeling quite comfortable with the big bird. This morning, with the moon long gone, the stars distant behind a high overcast, the blackness of the night encompassed him in the rumble of the truck taking him to the plane.  The darkness added a bit of tension in his gut….not much, but he could still feel it.

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Season’s End…Camp Is Over

As you may recall, I compared this to summer camp.  Camp is over.  The Parents are on their way.  I work as a “relief pilot” for our company.  That means every two days I move to a different plane.  With five planes, that means I work 10 days, and off 4…I’ve used the four days off to great advantage this summer.  (Pictures later…maybe…)

The word is we’ll be sent home soon..either way, we’ve had some of our planes sent home, so I’m out of a job.

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