I'm still working on my system for my launches, once the plane is at the top of the runway and on the skis, it is going downhill no matter how hard I press on the brakes, this time a passerby/dog walker was pressed into service. Using the Kubota as a rigging point, she kept it in place as I got my act together. Shannon is the wife of an Air Force officer very high up in the chain of command in aircraft maintenance, like two or 3 down from top dog, currently stationed in Afghanistan. They also bought my last house a few years back, so we have a history, great people. Her recounting to her husband of what happened next will be a little comic relief for him I'm sure!

OK, now I'm in, skis are down, and Shannon is now the only thing keeping the plane from sliding forward as I restart, she has the rope in one hand and her dog in the other... and as agreed 10 seconds after startup I go to full throttle and she releases the rope and away I go, lifting off in about 140' of untracked snow. It was 7 degrees. Now I'm trailing 50' of 1/2" rope behind me, I just need to remember that when I get to Blackfoot.
Once arriving at Blackfoot, I checked in with S7-S guru Joel Milloway at his skunkworks, he is the go to man for help in building, and many different mods he has came up with for the S-7, like extended range wing tanks, his own design wing tips, and many more. Recently moved to my area it is always fun to see whatsup in his shop. Here is his own personal bird under construction. With his wing tanks and header tank he has almost 30 gallons of usable fuel, and remember the 912S uses around 4 GPH!

Here's me in my new Air Force insulated overalls, 30 bucks brand new at The Sportmans Guide, they still have some large and extra large in stock, a killer deal. item #33676

After loading the bundle of shakes, I flew a few miles away to my next week crane job, a grocery story next to a casino on the local res. I'll give a print of this shot to the contractor, plus I have a heads up when I pull up to the jobsite, I'll already know where I need to setup the crane, it's a handy way to do the crane business and suck up to the people writing the check.

On the way home the fun started: first I got this moose looking right into the camera, he (?) was a big one.
Then, after a few mountainside landings without coming to a full stop, I made this last one full STOP, as in oh-oh.....here it is in the summer
and yesterday
The last couple feet the plane really slowed down fast, and then just stopped with a final lurch. Hmmm, getting out it was evident the snow was of two different layers, and unconsolidated, fluff on top and something more substantial down below. I sunk in up my knees taking this picture, got back in and gave it full throttle. Nothing happened. My first thought was I had ALMOST made it all year without a major screwup, only 9 hours to go! I got to try out my new shovel and experience the thrill of stomping out a ski track with the snowshoes, keeping a close eye on the lowering sun and fully aware it was 2 below the night before. At one point I remembered I had a bundle of cedar shakes I could light on fire with my highway flare. but I really had other plans for that evening. I had stopped sideways on the slope, and after the second try at full throttle the little bit of digging I had down in front of the skis did the trick, and the takeoff was surprisingly short. The last picture shows how my snowshoe track didn't even get used! 
What I experienced I believe was the heat caused by friction on landing, that welded me down upon full stop. Feeling under the skis I felt no stuck on snow, oddly enough, but once I was able to move off that patch of snow I'd stopped on it was no problem. These skis are slick as they come, but I have had the same thing happen to a snowboard that experienced a rapid temp change. I'm glad it happened, all part of the education in ski flying, I had plenty of warning, but ignored the symptoms and shut the engine off. Next time if I need to land in such conditions, I'll keep going until back in my landing tracks, and then shutdown, at least then I won't need the snowshoes to stomp out a track. 10 minutes later the plane was back in the heated hangar




