This is my first post by phone. If it works ok, I’ll have more options for at least a short daily post along the way. 🙂
So here’s the last pic from our last SB flight. Maybe later I’ll post pix of our flight to Tucson.
This is my first post by phone. If it works ok, I’ll have more options for at least a short daily post along the way. 🙂
So here’s the last pic from our last SB flight. Maybe later I’ll post pix of our flight to Tucson.
We’re especially enjoying Our Town recently. As we get Tripp ready for our Islander Adventure, we’ve taken brief flights to check out little things we’re going to use for the journey. Mostly though it’s a sort of Farewell to Santa Barbara for a time. We’re really missing Home already, as our departure fast approaches. So for me this pic is a bit melancholy as we cherish this place and everyone here whom we love.
We’re already missing that sunset over the University, the skies and mountains, greens and browns, and all the fun things going on down there. Sweet young Sarah knew we were going on this short flight and to my surprise I could see her come out to wave, so far below.
The white picket fence between us frames for me a warm farewell, and the essence of leaving Home.
We’re ramping up. The dreams and schemes going into our Islander Adventure are pretty intense. So much to learn, plan, get, and do before we take off! Looking at this pic of Goleta Beach just now made me realize the Caribbean is going to look similar.
Both have beautiful beaches, ocean, boating, fishing, diving, swimming, and lots of blue. The sky here is often similar to pix I’ve seen of the Caribbean. But the ocean, not so much. Here it’s a deeper blue that’s more serene somehow, and there it’s brilliant and a lot warmer for water sports.
So today I’ve invested quite a bit of time figuring out the maximum distances we’ll be flying over water.
If you’re interested, you’ll probably need to click for the larger version to make any sense of this. In essence, it turns out the first water crossing from West Palm Beach to Grand Bahama Island (about half an hour) matches the one between Great Inagua and the little island just off Haiti.
Many (most?) pilots don’t worry about long water crossings, even in single-engine planes like Tripp. Lucky Lindy is oft quoted saying two engines just give you twice the chance of something going wrong. That’s fine, but more important to me are two things:
1)Engines have become vastly more reliable since Lindy’s adventure, and Tripp’s Lycoming 0360 is among the very best. Engine troubles of any sort on planes like Tripp are very rare. But the only sort of engine trouble I’d concerned about on a long water crossing is sudden and severe power loss, and that is much more rare still. Almost unheard of. Still, I do all possible to minimize that tiny chance.
2)I fly high. No, not in that sense, silly! Planes like Tripp glide quite well, serenely going about 1.5 miles per 1,000 feet of altitude. So unlike the innumerable pilots I see taking off from SBA toward Catalina past that scene of Goleta Beach (above) staying low as they head out over the water, I climb to always be within gliding range of land. Tripp is quite safe for going into water (for us that is – Tripp would probably eventually sink and become a fish refuge), so the concern is about being far from shore. Anyway, on those two long Caribbean crossings we’ll be beyond glide to shore for about six minutes. So even if the fickle finger of fate were to choose that moment to touch our trusty powerplant, we’d land near shore.
Now maybe you’ve never thought about this (or don’t want to!), but for me it’s a big part of contemplating a Big Adventure that includes big water crossings. If we do go beyond the Bahamas, it will be a small factor in our decision along with all the international ramifications of passing near Cuba and Haiti, possibly stopping in Dominican Republic, and visiting Puerto Rico and the British Virgin Islands.
When we lived in the Pacific Northwest, a notion like flying across the continent to the Caribbean was very attractive on March 10. Today was a typical mid-70s crystal blue calm here, so Winter is a different visceral experience. We’re excited to finally visit that part of the world (a first for both of us), yet I wonder what weather we’re leaving this for.
Even looking out the window at scenes like this, it’s fun to focus on maps. I’ll be reading a lot about flying in the Caribbean, talking with pilots who do it a lot, and possibly even meeting up with pilots flying there at the same time. Meanwhile I spent some time this afternoon putting together a mosaic of maps to get a rough idea of the distances. Later I’ll plan some actual fuel stops and stretch breaks and we’ll choose our overnight stops. For the Florida Keys, it looks pretty simple compared with our Big Adventures all over the rest of the continent.
Between whim and weather, the actual route we fly will surely be quite different but this is a great place to start. When I see Key Largo on a planning map for our flight, the beauty outside right now dims into a very pleasant background. Looking at the Caribbean part of our upcoming Islander Adventure is even more enchanting.
You won’t be able to make much of this map unless you click to see the large version. But it’s dreamy to imagine visiting all those names I couldn’t locate before and adding them to our mental map of places we’ve flown over and landed. Bahamas, Freeport, Nassau, Turks & Caicos, within sight of Cuba, on to Haiti, Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, and the Virgin Islands. Quite a quest. Quite an Adventure!
We flew over the fireworks at SB Harbor a few years ago and as you’ve guessed it was spectacular. Well today was even more so in some ways, because the show was silent and all-natural.
Again we were flying near the Harbor, but this time it looked as if color were being drawn out of the ocean up into the clouds. It was a post card for offshore oil platforms. Then in the hills over Carp I noticed a gray fuzz of rain. Realizing it was in full sun due to a hole in the clouds I turned toward the mountains to recreate the angle between us, rain and sun in the offshore rainbow. Well!
The lines between North and South, earth and sky, gray and color, mundane and ecstatic were all divided by this most brilliant rainbow I can ever recall. Maybe because we were fairly close, our sun angle was improved by being up in the air. Maybe just that our hearts sang with the joy of it. Whatever the causes, I’m glad to have these pix (plus others on Edhat and Photo Page) to share with you. What a beautiful world we wander, eh?
The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky,
Are also on the faces
Of people passing by…

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