Three of us packed up the 185 for a short hop over the mountains to the West Coast of the South Island. Well, two of us packed. 2nd co-pilot recently had his first birthday, and thought the view out the window was pretty good; good enough in fact to give a running commentary most of the way over.
The flight involves a take off from around 1200ft, climbing to over 6000ft through the mountains, and then descending to sea level, for a flight leg of approximately 25 minutes.
Low tide over on the West Coast beach was at 18:15 this evening, so usually the beach is useable for landings two hours either side of low tide. However, following a couple of days of decent stormy weather, the swells were something to see, which made the usable beach a lot smaller, and damper, than you would expect with an hour to go from low tide.
As it happened, the sea breeze was mild, making for a straight forward approach. The plane got slightly damp feet on landing, but nothing a hose down on returning home won't fix.
A couple of pilots came by to inspect the arrivals, and in a few minutes we were off via quad bike and boat for a cuppa at their Hut. Newspaper duly delivered, and with a feed of Whitebait in recompense, we were delivered back to the plane.
Returning via a different pass 6500ft all the way home, looking at some impressive Spring avalanches along the route, then landing at home, just in time to tie down under the darkening sky.
Bring on Summer.
