Well, now that we've got this crosswind stuff all sorted out, let's get back to that drinking part

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Guys, I spent 30 years jamming throttles in Alaska. I lost some friends there, working airplanes. I wrecked one myself there, after a crankshaft failed, and there really wasn't a pretty place to park it. I was lucky, it wasn't dark IMC with a big wind when it happened. As I said, it wasn't the prettiest of places to have an engine failure.
Few days later, I stopped by one of Fairbanks best 135 operators. These guys are real pros, and do things right. I was chatting with the owner, and he asked me about the accident. I told him the story. He asked where it happened. I told him. He responded, "Hmmm, that's pretty good, it could have happened in a lot worse place."
My response was "Where might that be?" His response, "Oh, I don't know, over the Aghalleen Pinnacles, I guess" and smiled. I had to agree.
That is called "Perspective", folks. It's always good to see things from another person's perspective.
Yes, the accident rate is high in commercial aviation in Alaska. On the other hand, how many 135 operators are there in the lower 48 operating to remote areas, with NO weather reporting, with some of the lousiest weather forecasting, some of the biggest load factors, and, oh yeah, by the way, your ride for the day is a clapped out 207 with 15,000 hours on it. Cause you can't make money with a 50 million dollar jet in those kinds of places.
The operator I spoke of earlier has six Caravans, all bought new. He is redefining how to operate in Alaska, but he's still had accidents.
My average stage length on a day to day basis was at least 100 miles. I'd be gone for six to eight hours from start to finish, sometimes 12. How good do you think the area forecast I got at 6 AM is going to be at 6 PM tonight? Oh, and where I worked, there were no phones to call in for an update. I'd make ten to twelve landings on a typical day, in my case, mostly off airport. Oh, and by the way, they don't publish an A/FD for those places, so you sort of have to figure stuff out for yourself.
And sometimes shit just doesn't line up quite right for you.
As noted, I lost some good friends flying in Alaska. It seemed like a few of them were just on their way to an early grave. Those, we all knew in our hearts that we'd lose sooner or later. But there were some others who were true professionals, and as Gump says, just got into a place, not because of arrogance, that things went south on them.
It happens, and I think if you take a look at the closest thing to Alaska aviation in the lower 48--flying in the Idaho backcountry, you'll find similar accident statistics. And, most of those folks aren't flying every day, in all kinds of weather and temperatures.
Oh, yeah, and I dont' know of many of them that are doing it almost all off airport.
Now, back to the drinking.
Happy Fourth of July, folks. And hoist one to the demise of a great old airplane, who 11 years ago today left me parked on a mountainside. She carried me faithfully for 3400 hours without a misstep. I just didn't listen carefully enough when she started sending subtle signals regarding her health.
MTV