Headoutdaplane wrote:my first boss up here told me "whether you are driving or flying, dress like you have to walk out"
Exactly. The ANC kerosene guys always amazed me, showing up in the boonies with slacks and loafers. I can't imagine working at 30, 40 below and not being dressed. Survival time would be minimal, especially if you got hurt in the process.
But oh boy, those Carhartts melt fast. My counterpart in Nome flew a load up to Shishmaref in the Ho one really cold (-40'ish) day. Unloaded mail, climbed back in to go home, and then had a starter go out. He called me up in Kotz, I grabbed my mechanic and borrowed a starter from Bering Air, and flew on down to rescue him. Of course I land, and pick up some FOD and flatten a main.
So it's thump-thump-thump into the ramp, bum a portable heater from the state hangar and stand around while the poor mechanic starts wrenching at 40 below. Fix the Ho, fly it to Kotz to pick up a tire/wheel for the Sled, and then back on down to Shish.
I'm standing there waiting for my ride to be fixed, throwing the ball for the dog, when I smell something cooking. I look down, and see the black nylon of the leg on my Carhartts curling and disappearing at a really fast rate. What I had done is stand too close to the kerosene heater. Never felt the heat with all the layers I had underneath, so it just melted away with me completely oblivious until I smelled it. As it was, I ended up with about a 6X12" patch missing on the side of my leg, all in a matter of 15 to 20 seconds.
I wasn't too worried at first, but within a few minutes an amazing amount of cold started seeping in trying to freeze my leg. I ended up having to duct tape some rags in place to cover the melted spot to keep from getting frostbit.
Gump