We had two turning and daylight was burning, but the company brought us out a late goodbye gift, a cooler full of Trader Joes (thanks for the heads-up Beach!) Chipwich ice cream cookie sandwiches.
So long Downwind cheeseburgers for a while.
We would need sympathy food having to fight the AP for the first 15 mins of our leg. However, eventually we threw up our hands, mashed the big D, and set the AP for NAV and ALT, no that it respected our programmed V Nav in the GNS 430. It did follow the route well though. By the time we had finished our first Chipwich, the scud was beginning to break up, and it looked like mostly blue skies ahead.
With an IAS of around ~180 knots, the B200 was showing a ground speed of 275 mph! Yeeha. I wondered how the poor bastages were doing down there on I75. We actually paralleled that route until around MCO. Mickey lives down there.
When you get to lake Okeechobee, you begin to start thinking about letting down. Actually, what I really was wondering is if we had remembered the life raft and survival gear. On the south end of the lake at Clewiston, is a great little drop zone with a Cessna 195 and King Air. Well, at least there was one back in the mid 90s when I was jumping out of questionably maintained aircraft. The 195 looks ancient, but theirs had the bigger radial and could climb ferociously. A big old alligator would sun himself by the canal that bordered the east end of the field. With our feet hanging out of the door, we would wave to him as left on another jump run.
OK, I waited a bit late to start down. “Opa-Locka tower, 404 delta bravo’s in the break.”
Took it 270 and got a nice right hand for 9L.
Make mine a Cigar City Brewing Jai Alai.
Not bad for “a one eyed fat man”.
Parking with the big dogs.
Short arrival vid.
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