John & Anne Wiley

2011/03/04

Migration

We feel like happy ducks. We started off the morning here.

1661 Hard Winter

1661 Hard Winter

There’s a man (feet visible under Tripp) and a tractor working hard along with me, pushing Tripp through the snow so we can hook up a Tannis heater to warm up the engine and battery. It’s -10F in blowing snow with a chill factor about -32F. I used that brush I’m carrying to clear snow off the plane twice before it finally cleared and we took off. Anne was worried about some accumulated ice on the rear of the fuselage, but we managed to get most of that off by thumping it gently with our gloved hands. When we landed in Spokane five hours later, it looked like this.

1694 Golden Greeting

1694 Golden Greeting

On final approach to Felts in Spokane, it was 34F and felt like Bali. That’s liquid water in the river. Something we’ve not seen outdoors for quite a while. I know why ducks migrate. But everything that goes with that 66 degree temperature difference is only partly why we’re happy tonight. We’ve just met our new grand daughter and enjoyed a Winter wonderland. Maybe tomorrow I’ll post more pix, but our migration continues early tomorrow so we can stay ahead of approaching storms.

2011/02/21

Full Color = B&W

Studies in black & white – that’s my theme today, along with some swirling shapes.
I took this swirly b&w in between some bumps we felt along the valley between Butte and Helena in Montana:

1361 Frozen LakeRiver
1361 Frozen swirly LakeRiver

With views like this,  a friend wrote concerned we’d been freezing in our little plane on the way north. Admittedly in anticipation of the trip, I imagined shivering with blankets stuffed all around me. However, like a car, heat is generated by the engine, so we were totally toasty for the whole trip.  In fact more toasty than the heat coming from the Nissan Sentra we’ve rented for driving around Edmonton. John actually flew in his sandals, & I wore thin socks without shoes!

Lethbridge was our “port of entry” into Canada, and this was the runway that greeted us. Fast-flowing  drifts of snow felt like being in the middle of a river flowing all around us.  The video I took (see photo page link on the right) shows it better than the still. Great landing by John as usual:

1375 Snow river on runway

1375 Snow river on runway

Here’s a view back at Lethbridge as we left the next morning on the 10th. More b&w, some swirling roadways and river. Swirling shapes, frozen rivers and lakes abound – I had images of ice skating on natural ponds while here, but as people here say, it’s “too cold to skate” now!

1393 Lethbridge Valley
1393 Lethbridge Valley

All these photos that look b&w are all actually in full Color. It’s just that there is NO color in Alberta in winter. The only thing that stands out as color is red:

1364 Red farmhouse on white

1364 Red farmhouse on white

Below is the most b&w of all, and the impetus for my study. Though in full color it looks like a b&w etch-a-sketch, as though if you lifted up that gray cellophane paper, the lines of the town would disappear:

1397 Black&White Town, Alberta

1397 Black&White Town, Alberta

Overhead Edmonton was b&w too – the houses all have snow on the roofs, so you only see the outside razor-thin edges of black that look like pencil outlines.  My ending photo today is this – b&w, swirls – and Pyraminds for your pleasure.  I haven’t yet discovered what the pyramids are about but will update when I get their story:

1404 Snowy pyraminds Edmonton

1404 Snowy pyraminds Edmonton

Currently we are at 0 degrees (-18c) and that is warmer than yesterday, and we’re off to move from hotel to our B&B!

~by Anne

2011/02/19

More Memories

I didn’t snap any pix today, so while waiting for Anne to bring me her camera I’ve been looking at more memories from our flight – now out of Boise toward Canada. We got to the airport at sunrise for an early start, and it was spectacular!

5326 Boise Airport Sunrise

5326 Boise Airport Sunrise

Unfortunately there was a very light coat of frost on Tripp. It was most noticeable on her tail.

5328 Frosty Tail

5328 Frosty Tail

Now in case you don’t know about such things, ice can be Very Bad for flying. See, even a thin coat of ice or frost can dramatically change the way air flows over an airplane and that flow is what makes them airplanes rather than cars with really big fins. In short, enough disturbance of the airflow and they don’t fly. So needless to say, Mr. Cautious (me) wanted all the frost off before starting the engine.

5329 Subtle Killer

5329 Subtle Killer

I don’t know if you can make it out, but there’s a very thin coating of beautiful fluffy frost on Tripp’s wing. It actually got thicker until the sun was up, so getting her all spiffy for flight actually took over an hour of work with the special soft-bristle push broom the airport guy lent me. Then I wondered whether she’d start in the below freezing air, but she fired right up. As warned by another pilot though, the gyro-equipped instruments didn’t like the cold and they complained loudly for perhaps 15 seconds.

OK, looking at today’s pix by Anne I’m going to share my two favs. First is the expression you get from a two month old girl forced to wear a monkey hat and endure being strapped into a somewhat challenging car seat mechanism.

1505 Fashion or Furniture?

1505 Fashion or Furniture?

I think it was the car seat process rather than the headwear style that had her upset, but she has a reputation for disliking hats of all kinds. Once she has more motor control, it’s probably going to be interesting trying to keep hats on her. In this climate (-25C at the moment) she’s certainly not going out with bare head if her Mom has anything to say about it. Maybe we’ll be gone by then. 🙂

Anne was so taken with a row of shiny lights in the bare trees of a parking lot she tempted fate by standing outside framing this shot. Hope that context adds to your enjoyment rather than simply raising questions about why I went ahead into the store to watch her creative moment. Please keep in mind that at this temperature a couple of minutes produces a feeling not unlike having your face chewed by small animals with very sharp teeth.

1509 Cool Art

1509 Cool Art

I guess it’s partly that I’m old and soft, partly that the thick beard and long hair have faded to dim memory, and maybe partly that my memory itself is starting to dim. Whatever the reasons, -40 when I lived in this climate didn’t seem cold all those years ago.

2011/02/14

Down Time

We had the day to ourselves, so we caught up on some stuff and then went exploring South Edmonton Common. It’s anything but common, being the largest outdoor mall on the continent. In a way it didn’t seem that big, but probably just because it sprawls over so many acres it’s like a collection of small malls with roads between them rather than the massive mall it is with an internal road network.

We didn’t snap a single pic today, but with the cellphone I caught Tripp looking spiffy at the airport yesterday. It was clear so we thought about flying today, but decided to give Tripp some rest and wait in case Jasper clears up.

06_495 Tripp at EFC

06_495 Tripp at EFC

Part of our morning was looking at pix of the trip, so here are two more from the first day. I liked how Morro Bay looked from a little further away with the sun highlighting water and Spring.

5289 Green & Blue

5289 Green & Blue

Looking to the right up the coast past Whale Rock Reservoir, bucolic Big Sur beckons in the misty distance.

5296 Whale To Sur

5296 Whale To Sur

2011/02/13

Green Memories

One of the first photos after our 2/7 takeoff from SBA was this private airstrip in the greening hills of Santa Ynez Valley near Neverland Ranch. With all the snow (and in this unseasonably warm heat wave, slush) here it’s fun to take a few minutes for looking through the photos from our flight that I’d only had time to glance at and file for moments like this. I’m smiling now, both from the great day’s visit with family and from this snap from only a few daze ago that brings a faint smell of Summer grass.

5278 Private Airport

5278 Private Airport

Maybe when the wildflowers bloom we can get permission to land on this beautiful airstrip. We could walk to the edge and stand in nature next to Tripp, to smell the flowers and notice small critters like we did in North Dakota last Summer on the way to Oshkosh. sigh… 🙂

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