
NotKosh—a year without AirVenture
I was thereBecause Wittman Field stood empty and silent, the summer of 2020 deserves a name as well. I believe it is entirely appropriate to tag this particular part of the last week of July and first week of August 2020 as “NotKosh.” In 2020, possibly more than ever before, we needed Oshkosh.

Friday Photo: CJ sunset
Friday PhotoSunsets are always a favorite view for pilots, but sometimes the conditions are just right. In this beautiful Friday Photo, Phelps Lane shares a photo from the left seat of a Cessna Citation CJ1+ as he descended over New Orleans. The lights are glowing in the distance, the black sky fades to blue, then orange, then red—and you can almost see the curvature of the earth.

My pal Joe, ornery to the very end
I was thereJoe was an ornery sort, in life and in death too, as you will find out. I met Joe when I was just a little kid. He reminded me of a tough character from one of those men’s true adventure magazines so popular in the 1950s. You know, the type with cover art depicting a guy in ripped khakis fighting a lion with bare hands, while a blonde cowers behind a bush.

My personal Guinness Book of Records
I was thereThat book’s list of the longest of this or whatever of that prompted me to scroll through an ancient logbook, remembering our three-day adventure to fly a distance of 95 miles… I know, weird, huh? Well, that little hop from Sterling, Massachusetts, to Martha’s Vineyard gave me and my wife quite a different flight experience.

Desktop Flight Simulation and COVID: how it helps, how it hinders
TechniqueThe coronavirus pandemic caused the flight school to close for several months and also imposed some funding issues on me. I am even at the point now where I have to repeat the theoretical exam, because it is more than three years since I passed it. However, whenever I go back to the cockpit, I feel right at home. I am convinced that flight simulation on desktop computers helped me to keep in a mental state of preparedness.

Runways, large and small
HistoryRunways have been marked out on beaches, deserts, mountains and on water. Many companies still operate out of impossible airstrips perched on mountain tops at high elevations, while others fly out of jungle airstrips in remote areas. These are often the only way in which people have access to the outside world, like in Alaska and Canada.

Friday Photo: Gulfstream HUD
Friday PhotoThe views over Alaska are always epic, but that's especially true if you're looking through a heads-up display (HUD) in a Gulfstream G650ER. That's the picture Brendan Donovan shares this week, cruising home at FL450 on his way back from China.

A beautiful early May Day might have become a mayday
I was thereThe Stinson 108 has two piano hinges on the top cowling for easy access to the engine. Departing the grass strip, reaching about 2500 feet, I noticed one of the hinge pins had migrated out about three inches. It was bothering me, and I was considering making an unplanned stop to fix it. That’s when I happened to look down and saw a bit more pressing issue. My oil pressure was dropping fast!

When a simulated emergency becomes all too real
I was thereThe student occupied the left seat and the owner of the flight school occupied the right seat. Everything was going normal until we got to the ride segment, where we would do single engine work. Our flight school had a procedure to simulate an engine loss by pulling back the throttle to a predetermined manifold pressure. For some reason, the chief pilot pulled back the prop control and not the throttle. The engine failed, and the propeller feathered.

Lost in the Canadian Arctic
I Can't Believe I Did ThatI was a fairly new, 22-year-old bush pilot based in Cambridge Bay, in Canada’s Arctic (now Nunavut) in 1982. I had the only aircraft based this far north at the time and was the first call for medevacs, with our twin engine type E Aztec with long range tanks. It was usually single pilot night IFR, but on this flight, one of my two bosses had recently arrived.

Come fly with me: life as a Forward Air Controller in Vietnam
I was thereI served as a Forward Air Controller (FAC) in Southeast Asia, flying the North American Rockwell OV-10 Bronco from Thailand as well as from bases in South Vietnam. I flew 165 missions over North and South Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia. Join me now on one of those missions.

Friday Photo: Meridian sunrise
Friday PhotoSunrise departure on a volunteer Angel Flight mission to help someone from Bangor, Maine, avoid the 8-hour round trip drive to Boston and get to a mid-morning medical appointment. There is no flying that I do that is more rewarding than providing a little hope to people by helping them get to medical treatment.

Full of life
I was thereThe day included close observation of three different types of fighters: P-40s, P-51s, and P-47s. The pilots gathered to watch their first Thunderbolt land and taxi to the area where all squadron aircraft were parked. The canopy was already open for landing safety, then the pilot shut off the engine, unstrapped the seat belts and parachute harness, then stood up in the cockpit to exit. The pilot’s helmet was removed and long, blonde hair fell to her shoulders.

Flying bananas with an unexpected passenger
I was thereSettling in cruise, taking a deep breath for a job well done and thankful for the chance to experience all of this, I glanced some movement off of one box strapped on the copilot’s seat. As I would have not wanted to believe it since I was alone in the plane and bananas are not known to have any means of mobility, I was hesitantly beginning to admit that it was some live creature that had somehow hitched a ride!

Rethinking light airplane limits
John's blogThere are rumblings of an important announcement this summer, perhaps at Oshkosh. The headline is a new group of airplanes, somewhere between an LSA and a traditional Part 23 airplane, to be called Light Personal Aircraft (LPA). This would offer a major boost in performance, including higher gross weight, more powerful engines (perhaps up to 200 hp), and the option for retractable gear.

Preventable rendezvous: avoiding a mid-air collision
I was thereAs we breathe a sigh of relief after the amazing outcome of the serious midair in Denver this month, with a parachuting Cirrus and a cool Metro pilot unaware of the chunk taken away from his plane, I am driven to think of my own near misses, the learnings from it, and how to avoid them altogether.

Friday Photo: sunrise on a grass strip
Friday PhotoAn enjoyable weekend of flying and a night of camping. First leg was on Saturday, DTN to TXK (1.3 hours for a 56 nautical mile trip!) for a fly-in hosted by EAA Chapter 1582. Left there and headed for 01TS, with a fuel stop at F44. I caught the last hour of a fly-in at 01TS, complete with burgers, ice cream, and some good people. The owner welcomed me to camp out under a big oak tree.

Overconfident and under-coordinated
I Can't Believe I Did ThatAfter practicing slow flight for a few minutes, I tried a few power-off stalls. Completing those successfully and returning to 1500 feet AGL, I felt that I could handle a departure stall with no problem. Despite the warning from my instructor and still being uncomfortable with the maneuver, I decided to proceed.

Forced to land in Waco
I was thereWe were all enjoying the smooth flight and the wonderful views of the ground and clear skies along the way. A few minutes later, exactly 10 DME north of Waco Regional according to my new DME, my propeller speed instantly shot up from 2450 RPMs to the dial’s peg. The sound of the prop increased with it and immediately got my attention.

Go or No Go: ice and storms over Montana
Go or No GoToday is one of those "in between" days, which are frustratingly common in flying. The weather isn't great, with some rain and potential in-flight icing, but it's not terrible either, and you fly a well-equipped airplane. The mission today is to fly from your home in Bismarck, North Dakota, to Billings, Montana, the first leg on a five-day tour of the Western United States. The flight should take just under two hours—if you can go.
