I flew to Alaska for 30 hours. Yes, just 30 hours. I paid a visit to our sponsor Airframes Alaska, and spent some brief but quality time with akschu. We ate smoked brisket and drank beer and White Russians. It snowed 4" and I got to witness first hand the shit show of the Anchorage-Wasilla commute at 5pm in my rental Subie. At one point I saw an overturned car on FIRE, full involved FIRE, flames 12 feet tall. All because of snow. Ahhh, big city Alaska.
I pulled up to Birchwood airport to the scene of fresh pow and this beautiful 170.



Mean lookin' 182!

Trade secrets.


Somebody on this trip, to remain unnamed, seriously laughed at me when I told them I have a Pacer. Ahh hemmm.

After an hour drive in packed snow surrounded by wankers (admittedly better than Portland drivers)...

...my man @akschu had this waiting for us:

But then it was back to work, albeit somewhat drunk on the devil's creamy cocktail.

Tuesday was a cruel, ugly day. CAVU and 22 F.

Ok, maybe I'm a little generous with the term "CAVU."
Compulsory Lake Hood red Bushmaster pic:

Adios, AK. Somewhere down there are the Knik glacier, Colony glacier, Lake George, and the mud strip...under a blanket of snow.




