I had a great day of flying on a sunny 15 degree day and I had already hit 20 or so gravel bars in the local river when I decided to hit one last place (which I had been before) on the way home. It is a private RC field which is one way in and out lined with 100' trees and about 700-800 feet in length, it is pretty challenging with the snow. I flew over to scout it out and I noticed a snow drift in the middle of my normal "runway" so I decided to land just to the right of it which looked to be just lite snow. I touched down and I just let the plane roll to the other end so I could turn around and depart,without touching the brakes in case it was soft. Well it turns out there is a natural spring just to the right of the "runway" and my tires just stopped, I gave it a quick blast of power to try and get the tail down but I think that just helped me go over even harder.
So now I am upside down and looking around shutting everything off and laughing at my predicament, I just crashed on private property in the middle of nowhere(for Indiana). So I undo my belts and smash the sky lite with my bone head and climb out, sinking in the mud which pulled of one of my shoes. I called a buddy pilot and tried to explain where I was so he could come and get me using the last of my phones battery . This was at about 4:00pm. I waited a while and decided to walk a bit as I remembered a house inline with the approach. Walking in an icy wilderness wearing driving shoes, I fell and slid down a big ass hill. So I decided this was not a good idea, so I crawled back up the hill and decided to wait with the plane.
It is now 7:00pm and dar, so I figured that I was going to be spending the night. Thankfully I had done one thing correct and had a small survival kit with me, so I gathered some wood and built a fire and wrapped up in a blanket. At around 10:00pm my friends showed up (the Iphone saved me) and began to tease me about my unusual camping spot.
So we walked back down to the truck and realized that there was not enough room for all of us, so they decided that I should ride it the bed since it was my fault anyways.... I froze my butt of over the next 40 miles in the bed of that truck.
Well after 3 weeks of trying I finally got the plane apart and out of there piece by piece...
So now I am looking for the next plane, most likely a Supercub.



