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Field Repairs

 

Temperatures are approaching 90. Humidity is up to 30%. (Mississippi would be jealous). We’ve done the dance of “we’re going….no we’re not”, so the morning is about normal. Normal “go to the grocery store to get something for lunch” (no cafeterias, no restaurants out here at the tanker base), normal preflight, set up for a dispatch…and read the paper. I have developed a comfort with the routine.

 

A few days ago we landed the Baron at “a medium sized city”. Class C airspace, for those of you who are aware of such things.  The arrival was kind of different, as we kept getting vectored to follow slower and slower planes. “Baron, slow down, turn 30 degrees left, following a Cherokee Continue reading


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The Mighty 802

 

I’ve been lucky enough to fly a bunch of different airplanes. My first plane was a Cessna 140, the “fanciest” one that I’ve ever owned/flown is a P51 Mustang, and I’ve had a great time flying a lot of different “family haulers”. My kids still talk about different planes we had, times we flew, and places we saw.

 

Our SEAT is the Air Tractor 802. Genealogists would have a great time tracing the family lineage…from Leland Snow’s first creation of a “crop-duster” in South Texas back in the 50s, to his move Continue reading


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Oregon On Fire

 

 

Oregon is on fire. Fires have names. “Kitten” (innocent sounding, for such a nasty fire). “Black Butte” (sounds more like the fire it was…off a butte, down in a canyon, burning in between lava rocks). I never knew lava would burn (of course, the lava isn’t burning, but the vegetation that is in between the rocks does. Brogan (I always think of my Grandad’s shoes), Juniper (now there’s a fire name that sounds Continue reading