So…don’t ask me how…but I’ve ended up 450NM in the wrong direction. I took off from Cairns in the dark last night, a couple of beers in, thinking I had it sussed.
I aligned the INS to get the aircraft position, but didn’t bother with waypoints, thinking that I’d just pick up some VORs along the way to the West, towards Darwin. Once up in the air, I couldn’t for the life of me pick up any VORs, not even Cairns or Townsville. I don’t know if I missed something during the startup, or if the instrument failed, or what happened…but I just couldn’t get the thing to work.
No matter, I thought - I’d figure something out between the INS and the radio navigation en route. Well, it turns out, I couldn’t figure it out. The INS, I think, was actually working, but the HSI potentially wasn’t…and I didn’t think to cross check against the whisky compass…so what the INS was telling me made no sense to me at the time, because I literally was going the wrong way all along. Look, I don’t know. I resisted looking at the map, though.
In the end, I saw some small runway lights in the darkness below and circled down the void what felt like forever from 35k feet to get down somewhere, whereever that was. I was really missing modern navigation instruments, a bubble canopy and a HUD, at this point, I can tell you that.
I managed to get down to pattern altitude based on the radar altimeter and I aligned the heading bug to the estimated runway heading. It was hard to do a pattern in the dark with only occasional glimpses of the minimal runway lights, though (just the single row of lights at the start and at the end of the runway).
I landed a few meters short of the runway and collapsed the landing gear…but I didn’t blow up, so there’s that!
After landing, I found out that I was at Isisford airport, about 90 degrees off course from where I thought I’d be. So there’s that…also it’s a fairly short runway at 1372m / 4500 ft, which isn’t exactly heaps.
Luckily the little town had a certified Boeing garage, so I could get the landing gear fixed.
I had packed some kangaroo steaks in the converted first class space, which I left for the repair guys as thanks to save weight to minimise the takeoff distance. I couldn’t let go of the NZ pale ale, though - I won’t be able to find replacements for those in the Australian outback.
Hence, I took onboard one hours’ worth of fuel and backed right to the edge of the runway, with the plan to do a short hop to another nearby outback field 50NM out, Longreach, with an NDB beacon and a 6400 ft runway.
I held the brakes until takeoff EPR was reached and took off with 25 flaps. Luckily, the -100 is a bit of a pocket rocket, so she stopped gripping the runway well before it ran out, despite the warm day.
I haven’t been able to find a takeoff run chart for the 727-100 yet, so the takeoff run was based on hopes and dreams.
I meandered up to Longreach at 4000ft and 250kts and tuned in on the NDB on the ADF to assist in spotting the small settlement and the runway.
I landed at full flaps, something I think isn’t generally done because of the very slow speeds involved…but I figured I’ve broken enough rules and landing gears by now that using an extreme flap setting is pretty vanilla in comparison. She really does stop on a dime, though - I had heaps of runway left in front of me (the best kind or runway - much better than having heaps of runway left behind me).
I’ll refuel and try to recover some of the lost time now during daylight hours, with no beer involved…see where that leads.