They were all in church I think (so was I, different religion) so I left a note, as if the tracks didn’t tell the story.
This area gets so much snow all the ranch houses are closed up for the winter, in fact my past solar customer is the ONLY full timer that winters over for miles around. At least I knew if I was forced down I could spend the night inside one of them in an emergency.As long as I was in the neighborhood I thought I’d fly along the Centennial Mts. towards Island Park about 35 miles away, where I have a fellow crane operator buddy who flies a Kitfox. Once that was done, I realized I’d never landed on Henry’s Lake, near the (very mild) Continental Divide/Montana border. The wind sculpted hard packed snow gave the gear a good workout, so I landed at the snowed in Henry’s Lake airstrip to eyeball everything, all was well.
Then it occurred to me that I should check one service station a mile away along the highway, more fuel is always a good thing. Sure enough, a big empty field with plenty of snow machine tracks right there, so I landed and slow taxied up and parked.
Then as I got to the pump I realized I saw no cars, then smelled smoke....turns out the business had burned out a short time ago.Off again, I headed over the pass to West Yellowstone Regional Airport, the “new” one, I heard it was closed in the winter.
But I didn’t see any x’s on the runway so I left some tracks there just for the hell of it and flew off to the old West Yellowstone Airport site. It’s right on the edge of town, and still in use, by me anyway, I land there about every 10 years, starting 30 years ago. It’s now a staging area for the tourist snowmobilers, so all packed down, I could have used the wheels.
I landed when no one was within a half mile, unnoticed. A retired air force pilot friend of mine (involved in the early testing of the F-102, man he has some scarey ass stories) lives in a condo nearby, I wanted to show him the ski setup and that I was still kicking but they were out that day, next time. A short walk to The Pancake House and a great seafood omelet (it’s always great to find ANY restaurant within walking distance of a landing, a real bonus when the food is great).Since I was now headed home, more or less, I thought a flight across Yellowstone Park and then into the Grand Teton National Park would be a good way to go.
I’ve flown this many times before, but never in the winter. A whole lot more landing areas if needed, then in the summer, and about 70 miles of nothing except great scenery. They don’t plow the roads so it felt, and was, real remote. Once at the north end of Jackson Lake, I had a huge emergency landing area if needed, and the views of the Tetons are so distracting that when on final for the controlled strip, I forgot to call out at the 5 mile mark until prompted, at the 3 mile mark... I was just gawking, seen them lots of times but they never get old. A local there with a hot rod Zenith 801 was giving away free gas, what a deal! I took him for 8+ gallons, didn’t need it (easy to say after getting home, seemed like a good idea to get a bit at the time), and I got to check out that blue and orange bird once again. For those who haven’t had the opportunity to check out Ben’s bird (STOL), wow is it ever tweaked, polished, and fine tuned, and I’m not just saying that because he bought me off with the free gas. It made me want to throw rocks at old beat up Honey.... thanks Ben, I owe you!

From there it took another hour to get home, with the stretch out of Jackson, before Alpine, getting a little bumpy. This inversion of the last couple weeks made for smooth air at most levels but above 8K there was some air moving around, warm air though! This is a great circuit, a total flight time a little below 6 hrs, a LOT of landings, a lot of screwing around and side trips to look at interesting things, seen it all before but never in the winter. Plus 3 on airport, but off airport, at the same time, landings. One of the great thing about ski flying is all the things you aren’t wearing out: brakes, tires, and hardly even the gear in the right snow.

