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    • День 29

      Stop on our way @Wall(-E)Mart

      21 августа 2023 г., Канада ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

      Hier reinigen Roboter die Flure 😅
      So moderner kram sind wir uns nach Plumpsklo und konsorten nicht mehr gewohnt.

    • День 5

      Nipigon Lookout

      13 июня 2023 г., Канада ⋅ ☁️ 24 °C

      Left Ear Falls this morning, and within 10 minutes, we saw a cow moose with her two newborn calves. Unfortunately, they ran into the bush before I could get a picture.

      We are settled in Nipigon for the night. We are having a beer before we bbq supper.

      Climbed the lookout tower foolishly in flipflops, but we, or I should say, I made it up and down without incident. Our ClassB looks as tiny as it actually is!
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    • День 40

      The twins

      26 июля 2021 г., Канада ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

      The twins, two identical sisters, as they reminded me numerous times, beautiful blonde women in their early sixties. Bob was Sandras husband, she was the more competitive of the two women. They were beautiful, but they must have been show stoppers when they were young women. They had an unspoken language and a passion for life that you don't often see.

      They were fun, Sandra was more outgoing than Sonora, but they both were lively and and interesting. The rest of the game took on a whole different life, with easy wit and playful teasing being the order of the day.

      These two were all a buzz with me joining their group the questions were flying. Where am i from what do i do. Once I told them about THR, the questions only increased.

      Really, really that used to be you, that is ten days after, does it work for prolapses is there an age limit, will it help my son in law?

      I did my best to answer all the questions, but the answers seemed unreal even to me. I guess that is the power of the program

      I was sad to have to part ways with them, but my journey continues, i soon gound a place to stay for the night...
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    • День 40

      Kenora Ontario

      26 июля 2021 г., Канада ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

      I finally got out of Manitoba and have arrived in Kenora Ontario, a beautiful little town on the lake. The atmosphere here is way more welcoming. We still need masks but the town seems to want me here.

      The town is a mix of old and new, with a focus on the lake and the fun that is connected to it.

      I decided to play some golf, and am looking forward to it.

      On the drive here i drove by these strange large birds. I later discovered that is this area they are pretty common, Sandhill cranes. I must have looked pretty strange chasing into the woods after them. Even with all that chasing I still didn't get a picture of them, they just stayed ahead of me all the way.

      On the golf course, i again ran into some rare nature, a large black bear. I was up ontop of this observation tower when i looked back to the corner of the course and there he was. The guy i was playing with quickly scrambled up to where i was. The bear made himself at home, ambling here and there, and even checking us out up on the tower. He came to the bottom of the stairs and was contemplating his next move. I was up top, contemplating mine. I had my driver with me and was trying to decide if it was best to use it like a club, or break the end off and use it like a spear.

      Thankfully the bear decided he had seen enough and wandered off into the woods. Tragedy averted i got back to the game, and prompltly sliced my ball into the woods in the direction of where the bear went. I guess i was a little more affected than i thought.

      With that bit of excitement behind me, i got back to the game. Oh i didn't get a picture of him either, but his image is burned into my brain.

      The rest of the game was pretty standard, until the 14th hole. My plaiying partner had quit at nine. I had been playing by myself, then at 14 the twins and Bob asked me to join them...
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    • День 5

      Emergency: Making an Impact

      12 июня 2017 г., Канада ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

      This report covers the period from recognition of the stopped engine to impact. I have always been interested in reading other accident reports, trying to glean anything that could learn to help me if faced with a similar situation. Evidently it is my turn to supply a case.

      I have noticed two general types of pilots: those who say "the engine does not know if it is over water" when discussing crossing water and those who believe in Murphy's Law " If anything than can go wrong it will go wrong". I fall into the latter group so have been concerned with how to react in various emergency situations.

      One's reaction to a situation is affected by one's background. I am a classic nerdy engineer who approaches everything with that mindset. Much of my career has been spent either designing things to work better or in quality assurance trying to determine why and how things can fail and to make them better. Because of a software background I often find it useful to think of the mind as a limited resource computer trying to share one mind with several tasks

      Another significant aspect for this case is that my initial flying was in gliders. I became fanatical and got heavily involved in teaching gliding. At one time I was chief flying instructor for my club.

      For this incident there is an additional opportunity as a learning tool. My instruments recorded a breadcrumb file containing position, speed and heading at one second intervals. With confidence I can say there are 3 aspects of looking at emergency: how I planned my actions, how I thought I performed my actions, and what actions actually happened. All were different.

      In this note, a few notations have been adopted. Occasionally a quote would come to mind. Where not specified, I was remembering a line I said somewhere in the past. Ponderings made after the fact are within angle brackets <>.

      Abandoned engine restart attempts, and recognized I had to shift to forced landing mode. Set aircraft speed to 75 knot and zero flaps for (near) maximum glide range. Established a mental mode where part of me tried to deal with the emergency directly, another 'observer task' tried to assess the quality of the decisions made and be on the alert for panic. I decided to make choices based on which way required the least finesse and precision: adrenalin would degrade skill and lead to excessive control motions.

      Called Red Lake radio and declared an emergency. A nearby twin aircraft told the operator that they would look for me. The observer in me noted that after taking the initial parameters from me, he never contacted me directly although frequently talking with the twin. I was impressed: he was not trying to divert my attention. The exception was at one point I decided he needed my coordinates so gave the GPS values to him. He requested clarification of the latitude.

      <This brings up one serious error I made. My attention got diverted to listening to the radio and 'correcting' them when I felt they got my location wrong. I should have concentrated on Aviating the plane while Navigating to a good landing location not Communicating. This was an especially significant blunder for me since I am easily distracted by a radio. When driving a car in town I turn the radio off as it it distracts from my attention. Significant brain capacity was wasted by not turning the radio off. My observer task eventually noticed my foolishness and I managed to ignore the radio from that point.>

      Places to land were either small diameter trees, logging roads and lakes. I decide I would make choices based on what would be the most easy approach to adjust if needed.

      I immediately eliminated the single lane logging roads as possibly too narrow to negotiate: I did not want to catch a wing tip at speed. “Choose northern trees before water”, from a conversation with a bush pilot a few years ago. I was not experienced enough to judge the massiveness of those trees. Ultimately since the trees were big enough for logging roads, I would look for alternatives. Looked for wider logging road sections and found an offshoot that had an uphill grade into wind. Selected that. Would make a downwind/base/final circuit to land there.

      Then I began to stare a the selected landing area. I noticed that the end of the area sloped up more sharply than I originally thought. Became fixated keeping it in constant view. Zombie mode (became totally consumed with its form, sucking down all my mental capacity, observer task getting no time to break in).

      <This fixation might be similar to what happened when an airliner went into a swamp in the Everglades in 1972 while the crew fixated on trying to understand why a minor alarm light was on.>

      Finally noticed tree tops were closer to me than I wanted and that I had drifted too close to the landing site for a proper circuit pattern. I was amazed and annoyed I had fallen for the newby error of setting up a circuit to close the field. This was a big deal for me since from my gliding instruction days it had become almost a prime directive to “Watch the attitide (angles) to the flare point. Started to ponder how I had become so inept. Promised to practice circuits after the trip. Zombie mode. Found myself having finished both a base and final turn and was now lined up on final. These were not conscious decisions but mechanical motions that I knew had to be made. It was very steep angle to the threshold of the field. The far end was at a more reasonable angle to meet. Perhaps my earlier fixation with the hill at the far end had either affected where I should turn to base or I just made a base and final turn automatically without thinking. “Make good turns in the circuit” i.e. looking out of front for good attitude/speed control and coordination. I don't remember the turns at all but suspect they were well executed... just in the wrong place.

      Angle judged too steep to land in the space available. Contemplated full spoilers with side slip vs a figure 8 S turn. Rejected the full spoilers because if that was insufficient there would be no room for another maneuver.

      Also a steep turn figure 8 was a common practice maneuver I made when working on coordination and speed control. In fact, during the flight previous to starting on my trip, I performed some to evaluate and hone my skills.

      Began my S turn to the right. I estimated I got about 45 degrees beyond a right angle (135 degrees) when “Don't turn away from the field” was remembered form an instructor while practicing forced approaches. Banked left to form the right hand loop. Zombie mode. Noticed speed had dropped 10 knots on asi. “Tweak stick forward to reduce angle of attack” from my instructing days. I was half way through the the left hand loop and was over trees with the field at at a shallow angle. Straightened the bank and took the shortest distance to the clearing. Zombie mode.

      I mentally heard, “Cleared the trees now let see where I can land. Oh, I'm here”. The observer noted the words which were of a common thought when clearing trees to get into a small field. There was probably a fixation on clearing the tree tops. The aircraft altitude was below the flare point. Impact was imminent. "Freeze the stick”. Was concerned about a panic jerk back of the stick so locked stick in current position. The thought would have been fortified by the instructing tip of freezing the stick after ballooning or bouncing while landing to let the aircraft settle is almost always a safe response.

      Impact. The observer was back noting the behaviour of the aircraft during the crash particularly windshield destruction.

      The attached image is the final two and a half minutes of the breadcrumb trail. The little hook at the end should be ignored as an artifact of the gps coordinates becoming more accurate while being stationary. The landing site differs significantly from when the aerial photography was done. The terrain is semi-soft sand surrounded by a trees and a few more logging roads.

      Note my attempted S turn near the top. The admonition to not turn away from the field did not happen at 135 degrees. It was 45 degrees. The intent was for the S turn to not consume much landing length. Because it was so skewed, final touchdown was at the far end area, perhaps less than 200 ft remaining. Fortunately (?) I had zero rollout,

      By the way, if you look are trying to find the impact point from my Inreach track (https://share.garmin.com/RayStl), the final point is at the Red Lake hospital. that was where my Inreach satellite device was returned to me and I shut it off. Impact point was further east, just south of Little Trout Lake at the point labelled 4:22 pm on June 12. That is Atlantic time while the impact point was in the Central Time zone.
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    • День 10

      Kenora

      17 сентября 2021 г., Канада ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

      Kenora wurde mir als das Muskoka von Winipeg beschrieben - also der Wochenendausflug der Großstädter. Obwohl Kenora ein schönes Städtchen ist, kann es nicht ganz mit Muskoka mithalten. 😋 Tatsächlich haben wir hier einiges an Armut gesehen, vorallem ganz viele der Indigenous und ein offensichtliches Drogenproblem. Dazu haben wir dann später auch noch einiges an Geschichten von userem Camping‐Nachbarn Marcel gehört.

      Die Suche nach Feuerholz hat sich ziemlich schwierig gestaltet, aber wir hatten Glück und haben noch ein Paar getroffen, dass uns reichlich ausgestattet hat.
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    • День 5

      Emergency: Crunch

      12 июня 2017 г., Канада ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

      I wrote the first part of this based on my memory. I had no pictures. At the current date, August 17, I have received pictures from the crash site. Instead of simply editing my earlier report with real data, I am adding pictures as well as appending a section describing things as they really happened. In addition to being able detail more fully what happened, it turns out I can be a crappy witness about some things.

      Doors consist of full glazing with a frame surround . Glazing disintegrated on impact. Body impact felt on left lower leg and forehead.

      Soon as I stopped, I released my safety belt and reached for the main power switch but could not find it. I saw and smelled fuel streaming from a fuel line break in the line from fuel valve to gascolator (Estimate only 50 ml max available since the wing valves were shutoff.) After a more frantic search I still failed to find that switch. I did notice the battery cutoff lever was hanging loose so knew there was no power active.

      My left foot was not aligned with the rest of of leg. Still concerned about a fire developing, I dragged myself from cockpit which was simplified because entire glazing/door was gone and fuselage was lying on ground. Dragged about 15 feet from right door (pilot side) and downhill from plane. A conscious effort was made to maintain foot/leg orientation to avoid further damage. Then the adrenalin effect stopped and leg pain started. Stopped moving and rested with the foot lying downhill and in line with leg.

      The twin engine aircraft arrived overhead. I waved as it circled a few times before leaving.

      Literally, having nothing better to do, I examined the wreckage from my vantage point. Aircraft position was upright and horizontal, on its belly on the semi-soft sand surface facing uphill. The main landing gear appeared intact but located approximately 15 feet behind the tail. An impact trench was not evident. The firewall and forward part if the plane appeared to have cleanly separated and 5 feet forward of the rest of the the fuselage.

      The lower fuselage shell of the front cockpit suffered extensive damage. The rest of the fuselage appeared intact except for one semi-circular crack behind the baggage area along the circumference. Door glazing was gone and the the windshield had major cracks and missing sections. The wings and empennage appeared intact.

      I estimated between 100 and 200 feet of landing area remained before a wall of trees.Surface was semi-soft sandy soil with occasional depressions.

      When I receive photos of the accident area next week I will post some here and update the narrative to reflect reality.

      I estimate about forty minutes after the crunch the pain became more noticeable. I began to say, "Ok I am ready to be rescued". After a few recitations of my new mantra I heard the whop, whop, whop of a helicopter. It was a Ministry if Natural Resources helicopter. The first of the crew arrived and jauntily announced, "We're first aid". Good. I needed first aid.

      They splinted my leg with a cut sapling and electrical tape (no duct tape apparently) then hauled me to the helicopter which took me to the Red Lake hospital. The smooth landing was noticed. Rub it in.

      Many X-rays of many parts were taken. I began to wonder if a more politically correct term could be used when dealing with a patient named Ray with unknown injuries. It just does not set the right frame of mind. Radiograph could be more appropriate.

      After radiating me, pulling my broken tibia back into line, splinting me and cathetering me (most unpleasant), I got medivaced by Pilatus aircraft to Thunder Bay. The smooth landing was noted.

      I arrived at Thunder Bay hospital around 11 pm Monday night, was operated on Tuesday morning and discharged from the hospital Friday morning. I left with a titanium tube in my left tibia and a pair of crutches. My fibula broke too, in multiple locations, but apparently it is left to reconnect itself in these situations.

      Barb, my wife, arrived Wednesday pm. She stayed, then we stayed at the nearby Days Inn until the one week post-op observation and redressing. That happened Monday morning. Although Barb had rented a car, tourist opportunities were hampered by my inability to remain vertical except for short periods.

      We flew back to Fredericton on Tuesday. That involved two aircraft with a stopover in Toronto. I noted the landings were not the greasers of either the helicopter or the medivac plane. But they were much smoother than my lawn dart technique by Primok Lake.

      **** NEW SECTION BASED ON PHOTOS ******
      The attached photos were taken by members of the Ministry of Natural Resources who administered first aid and then helicoptered my to Red Lake Airport. The areal view was taken from the helicopter before it landed.

      From the tracking log on the aircraft and the data recorded with the first photo, my waiting time was approximately 25 minutes before the helicopter arrived.

      The other views are from the left side. Its damage was much more severe than the right. I am not including a right side view since all I have were taken after the baggage area contents had been strewn about to gain access to the Emergency Locator Transmitter.

      The second photo indicates I landed adjacent to line of boulders on the left. These were not visible from the right. The first time I noticed the boulders was when I saw the photos.

      The third pic focuses on the area around the left side of the fuselage. Although there is an indentation in the sand from the rear fuselage and tailwheel, there is no trench. Apparently the plane impacted the grounded, ceased all forward motion and crumpled in place. The aircraft tail impacted, bounced up while the aircraft yawed slightly to the left before the tail dropping to the ground at its final resting position.
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    • День 11

      Silver Lake #2

      18 сентября 2021 г., Канада ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

      Weils so schön war, sind wir noch einen Tag am Silver Lake geblieben. 🙃 Nach einer Fahrt in die Stadt um Wein und Feuerholz zu besorgen haben wir den Tag am See verbracht. Am Nachmittag ist ein weiterer Camper dazugestoßen, Marcel mit Rottweiler Krüger - beide super liebe Gesellen. Marcel hatte einiges an Geschichten zu erzählen, sodass sogar Ben nicht allzu oft zu Wort gekommen ist. 😄😉Читать далее

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