You're landing ... where?
Sep. 13th, 2009 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tikistitchBa-ack in Seattle again.
Still have a lot of photos to upload. About 8 loads of highly toxic laundry to deal with. Plus while we were away, someone evidently broke in and left a pile of eBay boxes for me to sell!!!!!! (Or, maybe that was me.)
Just so you know what tiki's life has been like for the last two weeks, this video is from when we were "flightseeing." Though it sounds kinda swank, what flightseeing amounts to is squooging yourself and your gear into a Rat Pack-era rickety plane, often held together with visible bits of duct tape, they flying to some remote area and making power dives over unsuspecting moose. (If you look at Mr. Tiki's Flickr set, he's got some great pix of surprised moose looking up from where they were having a nice quiet drink and totally going "What the f---???")
Flightseeing is fucking awesome, in other words.
Which was kind of a surprise, as tiki is the original white knuckle flier. Seriously. We'd take a pony express carriage before we'd fly.
Anyways, Saturday morning, our pilot, Jay, announced he'd take us up to see Gates of the Arctic, and then on the way back we'd land for a bit at "the airport." This last elicited massive chortles at the Brooks Range Air office. (Which is, you know, two nice ladies, but they chuckle pretty loud.)
Anyways, after a quick flight tour of the peaks at Gates of the Arctic, and some random buzzing of Dall sheep, he turned south, and this is what happened. (Notice he unwisely let tiki ride shotgun.)
After we got down, I was like "Holy shit! I can't believe you landed the plane on a gravel bar." And he was all, "Yup." (Taciturn bush pilot dude.) He then told us he "maintained" it sometimes, and proceeded to pick up a few particularly larger-than-average rocks and toss them aside.
We took a couple of 737s home today. They didn't buzz any wildlife. And they landed on runways. It's cool to be home, but, ya know, it lacked a certain panache.
Still have a lot of photos to upload. About 8 loads of highly toxic laundry to deal with. Plus while we were away, someone evidently broke in and left a pile of eBay boxes for me to sell!!!!!! (Or, maybe that was me.)
Just so you know what tiki's life has been like for the last two weeks, this video is from when we were "flightseeing." Though it sounds kinda swank, what flightseeing amounts to is squooging yourself and your gear into a Rat Pack-era rickety plane, often held together with visible bits of duct tape, they flying to some remote area and making power dives over unsuspecting moose. (If you look at Mr. Tiki's Flickr set, he's got some great pix of surprised moose looking up from where they were having a nice quiet drink and totally going "What the f---???")
Flightseeing is fucking awesome, in other words.
Which was kind of a surprise, as tiki is the original white knuckle flier. Seriously. We'd take a pony express carriage before we'd fly.
Anyways, Saturday morning, our pilot, Jay, announced he'd take us up to see Gates of the Arctic, and then on the way back we'd land for a bit at "the airport." This last elicited massive chortles at the Brooks Range Air office. (Which is, you know, two nice ladies, but they chuckle pretty loud.)
Anyways, after a quick flight tour of the peaks at Gates of the Arctic, and some random buzzing of Dall sheep, he turned south, and this is what happened. (Notice he unwisely let tiki ride shotgun.)
After we got down, I was like "Holy shit! I can't believe you landed the plane on a gravel bar." And he was all, "Yup." (Taciturn bush pilot dude.) He then told us he "maintained" it sometimes, and proceeded to pick up a few particularly larger-than-average rocks and toss them aside.
We took a couple of 737s home today. They didn't buzz any wildlife. And they landed on runways. It's cool to be home, but, ya know, it lacked a certain panache.
