Plenty of snow around the Katahdin region now with more coming this weekend—ski flying paradise!
As I sit here staring at over two feet of snow and temperatures in the teens I can’t help but see think back to those brave souls and what they had to endure nearly 77 years ago—famine, heat, humidity, disease and atrocities by the Japanese army to name a few. I’m always in awe when standing in places like Corregidor, Bataan, Normandy and other notable battle grounds...the presence of these warriors (on both sides) is unmistakable. It truly was an amazing generation and I was lucky to have my Grandfather (GM3, USS Bunker Hill CV-17) give me first hand accounts of the war in the Pacific.
There is a lot more snow than what’s in these pictures out there now, I’m looking forward to playing tomorrow.🚀
Nathan letting me know he’s not happy with his seat assignment from Manila to Hong Kong—he’s used to getting a cockpit view!😁✈️
A few photos of recent family days...many more going on FB.👍
Tony and Jeff out for a hop a few weeks back. I felt this could use a little John Denver...🏔 Video courtesy of TC
...airmail for a sweet sister...😉
...and the second half.
Late afternoon/early evening walks to help clear the mind. They are free, healthy, and necessary for this old soul. This is the first part of my walk...
I just had to break up my trip with a few shots of my mistress in green from a few weeks ago...I will be exploring with you soon!
Another day at the Garcia residence...and my boy got his first haircut—he’s now inspection ready!💪🏽👍
My son Nathan’s first tricycle ride. He loved it so much he wouldn’t get out! My nephew Den (11 years old) was giving him a ride and actually ran out of gas because they wouldn’t stop! After pushing it a bit to a little neighborhood store for gas they proceeded to keep driving and as you can see...he still wasn’t leaving! An hour later he finally relaxed his grip and allowed us to peacefully take him out...I think I’d better put a key ignition system in the Super Cub before he gets too old!
The first photo is what it looks like when my kid hears an airplane!😂 This is on the Hanging Bridge at the shrine for the concentration camp. Also there are some shots of Nathan not wanting to get out of the “tricycle” his 11 year old cousin was driving him around in...he loved riding in it—thanks Den! There are also photos of me eating, not one, but two balots for those who think Americans can’t do it! (Ya gotta look it up if you’re not in the know...they were actually very good) Some other photos show us having an after hours party which I could/should write a story about, very interesting and entertaining. At 10:30 pm, my 11 year old nephew and his younger cousin jump in the motorized tricycle, ride down the street and buy us another case of Red Horse beer—try that in the states! Oh Philippines, a much simpler life.👍
A continuation of the past few days’ events.😊👍
Nathan is surrounded by lots of family and loving all the attention. Meanwhile, the mid to upper 80’s and high humidity are taking me a bit to adjust to. I also adjust to jet lag easily (12 hour time difference here compared to the east coast of the US) but Nathan had a much harder time—therefore so did we...it took nearly a week!🙈
Climbed Mount Pinatubo today with friends and family—it’s amazing! Anyone interested in seeing lots more photos of today’s events should checkout my Facebook page because this is just a small sample of an amazing place. On June 15, the eruption of Mount Pinatubo began at 1:42 p.m. local time. The eruption lasted for nine hours and caused numerous large earthquakes due to the collapse of the summit of Mount Pinatubo and the creation of a caldera. The caldera reduced the peak from 1745 meters (5725 feet) to 1485 meters (4872 feet) high is 2.5 kilometers (1.5 miles) in diameter. Unfortunately, at the time of the eruption Tropical Storm Yunya was passing 75 km (47 miles) to the northeast of Mount Pinatubo, causing a large amount of rainfall in the region. The ash that was ejected from the volcano mixed with the water vapor in the air to cause a rainfall of tephra that fell across almost the entire island of Luzon. The greatest thickness of ash deposited 33 centimeters (13 inches) approximately 10.5 km (6.5 mi) southwest of the volcano. There was 10 cm of ash covering an area of 2000 square kilometers (772 square miles). Most of the 200 to 800 people (accounts vary) who died during the eruption died due to the weight of the ash collapsing roofs and killing two occupants. Had Tropical Storm Yunya not been nearby, the death toll from the volcano would have been much lower.
Bataan Death March, march in the Philippines of some 66 miles (106 km) that 76,000 prisoners of war (66,000 Filipinos, 10,000 Americans) were forced by the Japanese military to endure in April 1942, during the early stages of World War II. Mainly starting in Mariveles, on the southern tip of the Bataan Peninsula, on April 9, 1942, the prisoners were force-marched north to San Fernando and then taken by rail in cramped and unsanitary boxcars farther north to Capas. From there they walked an additional 7 miles (11 km) to Camp O’Donnell, a former Philippine army training centre used by the Japanese military to intern Filipino and American prisoners. During the main march—which lasted 5 to 10 days, depending on where a prisoner joined it—the captives were beaten, shot, bayoneted, and, in many cases, beheaded; a large number of those who made it to the camp later died of starvation and disease. Only 54,000 prisoners reached the camp; though exact numbers are unknown, some 2,500 Filipinos and 500 Americans may have died during the march, and an additional 26,000 Filipinos and 1,500 Americans died at Camp O’Donnell.
The view from five hundred feet was incredible. With a crystal clear sky and the low December sun shining brightly, you’d never guess it was fifteen degrees Fahrenheit outside the cockpit—it appeared much warmer. Appearances can be deceiving. The smooth running Lycoming never skipped a beat as my beautiful craft and I cruised above the frozen lake at a leisurely ninety miles per hour. My eyes wandered across the flat, snow covered lake taking in the unending white blanket that seemingly went on forever in all directions. As my thoughts flirted aimlessly with unimportant matters, my eyes caught sight of a break in the otherwise untouched surface—animal tracks passed quickly under my green Super Cub and led off obliquely to the left and right. With no schedule to keep I decided to follow the tracks across the lake to see what animal was making them. However, the immediate question presented to me was which way to turn, left or right? I turned slightly left in order to keep the tracks in sight, only because that direction would not take me too far away from my intended destination. Figuring it would be easier to follow the animals tracks from two to three hundred feet above the surface, I eased the stick forward slightly and watched as the airspeed increased to ninety-three, ninety-five, then finally ninety-eight miles per hour as I descended towards the snow. I found myself concentrating so intently on the tracks themselves that I had to remind myself that I should look a bit further away from the plane in the likely chance I see the animal, rather than just his tracks. I allowed my scan to go much further away and started leveling the Cub off at what I guessed to be two to three hundred feet. I immediately saw an animal in the distance. The fact that it was an animal was undeniable, it was moving at a good pace. Exactly what it was I could not yet tell, but it appeared to be a large coyote. Now in over thirty years of flying, much of it in this area, I have found coyotes on the ice many times and it’s always interesting to me to see what they’re up to. No specific reason really, just a curiosity about a relatively shy animal that usually avoids human contact...