Leg 30: Rio Grande Airport, Argentina (SAWE) TO Port Stanley Airport, Falkland Islands (SFAL)
OR
Operation Jingle Bells
Well Lads and Lasses, this is it. I’ve had a great time doing the Christmas Trek this year, and I’m sad to see it end.
Luckily, I’ll get to see everyone else’s final legs before this one is in the books. I’ve really enjoyed reading all your tales of adventure and I hope the holidays bring great things to you all.
So, let’s get to it.
After some of my (mis)adventures, this leg was almost going to be a Christmas nap. 384NM, nice weather, and no mountains to speak of.
Truly, it is a Festivus miracle! 
Though I had flown some great aircraft, 12 if I’m counting correctly without a runt in the litter, there’s little doubt that the PMDG DC-6 was the MVP of the effort. For that, it gets the victory lap, this time in American Airlines colors. Love that orange and silver!
My last sunrise of the trek, loaded full of presents.
A quick turnout to the east and I’m on my way!
What a spectacular day to fly!
Decided to level out at 15kft for the trip. I’m getting a good groundspeed out of the 6 at standard cruise settings, assuming little wind as seems to be the MSFS default. I really need to bust out Aero for Naval Aviators sometime and refresh myself on the best cruise for recip props. I just don’t have that much time in them.
But, with plenty of gas, nice weather, and two VOR needles in opposition, I’m two thirds of the way to fat, dumb, and happy! 
After only about 45 minutes, I pass just south of Cape Meredith. Again, I am surprised at how large these islands are. At 15,000ft, the far shore is lost in the haze.
There is no DME at Mt Pleasant, but passing over George Island (in the foreground with the Eagle Passage immediately beyond), it seems like the time to start my meteoric 500FPM descent into Port Stanley.
It looks cold down there, with whitecaps forming on the waves.
Mt pleasant. Looks like some fairly substantial buildings as well though I’m not sure if they are part of the field or not.
Last leg. About 27NM to go!
There it is!

Sorry, sorry. Port Stanley!
Now, one last utterance of Alan Shepard’s Prayer:
“Dear Lord, please don’t let me F up!”
And a turn inbound to final.
Is this runway ALL displaced threshold? 
One full set of brake pads later.
And my journey is complete!
That’s a wrap. 11,827NM as the (drunken) crow flies.
And so, I will leave you all with my traditional Christmas poem, which has certainly applied to me this trip.
"And so said old Santa, as the Fed clicked his pen,
Merry Christmas to all. And RTFM!" 