Has anyone seen my kitchen sink? Getting ready to leave on a 9 day back country ski trip and I think I’m going to have a little trouble getting all this crap up a mountain. Everything you see here is going in my backpack and we don’t even have the food yet. OK the whole bottle of Bacardi 151 rum isn’t coming, most but not all. Anyway I’ll be out of touch for a while so talk amongst yourselves.
Hula girl on duty. This is a shot of the throttle and flap area in the Phenom 100 Marcio and I flew from Australia to Las Vegas two years ago. Notice the engine switches behind Hula Girl. That’s how easy this plane is to start. Just move the knob from stop to start to start the engine, it automatically moves to the run position. When you want to shut down just move the knob to stop. Flying is getting so easy pretty soon anyone can do it.
So there I was, having a great ski weekend with in northern Wisconsin with my back country buddies. we were having a training/dry run session getting ready for our annual back country skiing expedition to British Columbia next week. After spending the day climbing the pristine ski runs of a bankrupt ski resort and skiing down them we were back in my friends cabin enjoying a great dinner and going over the gear we would be bringing along on our trip when my cell phone rang. I knew I shouldn’t have answered it but when I saw that it was my boss Cory from CB Aviation I got excited because a call from him usually means one thing…..a ferry trip. where would Cory be sending me this time? A fast twin to New Zealand? A jet to Chile? A classic war bird to China? With dreams a another grand adventure dancing in my head I answered the call, (in breathless anticipation I might add).
“Hey Cory, what’s up?”
“Hey Kerry, do you want to ferry a Cessna 172 from Pennsylvania to Arizona?”
A 172 from Pennsylvania to Arizona. Whoopee.
Sigh, “Maybe, when do you need it moved?”
“Can you leave tomorrow?”
Geez, Well long story short two days later I was in the cockpit of a rather nice 1969 172 with the 180hp conversion rocketing across the ground at a blistering 115 knots. The first leg was a nice one, OK, it was cold in the leaky 172 cabin and I was having to scud run due to high headwinds aloft and low clouds below. Of course I love scud running so no big deal. Day one wasn’t a bad flying day, after clearing the low clouds in Pennsylvania I spent the day flying in bright cold sunshine. The high winds aloft kept me flying low but that’s the only way to really see the beautiful countryside. Here’s a few shots from day one.
Tanker traffic in the pattern over an Air Force Base.
I was hoping to make Denver on the first day and visit an old skydiving friend but the headwinds prevented me from getting past Kansas. The next day was the fun one. It started out with a pre-dawn take off followed by a beautiful sunrise.
After sun up I ran across a low overcast layer that had an unusual feature. Windmill blades appearing and disappearing out of the cloud tops, one of the most amazing sights I’ve seen.
After that it over the Rockies and into the desert southwest of New Mexico.
It only took 18 hours of flying but I finally made it to Bullhead City Arizona and delivered the 172 to its new owner. To show his gratitude instead of driving me to Las Vegas to catch a flight home himself he had two 23 year old girls drive me, best two hour drive Ive had in some time. I caught the last red eye out of Vegas at 12:35 am and by 7:30 I was home. Bing, Bam, Boom, Bob’s your uncle and another trip in the books.