Happy New Year Mudspike peeps!
Well, I did decide to soldier on and made a new goal to reach Argentina. Little did I know I would achieve that goal sooner than expected.
I also decided that, to entertain myself, I would try a new airplane. So I plunked down a few drachma on a Cessna T182T.
I don’t know what the general view is here is of Cessna (I trained a little in a Cessna 150 back in 1984-85) but this is a Cessna with hutzpah and more than up for this task.
A short hop from SCDA to SCCF and then on to SCAT. These legs were without incedent, the only challenge being the persistent 20kt wind in my face. It did, however, make for two easy straight in landings. Chile has a preponderance of North/South runways which is genius!
How do you stay “step ladder, please” in Spanish?
Then a long hop, 562 nm, to General Bernado O’Higgins Airport (SCCH) in Chillan. Bernardo is a fascinating character in the story of Spanish American independence (I neglected to mention the Mariscal Sucre Airport up in Ecuador, another such character). History is everywhere around us!
So, here is where it gets interesting. I headed off for Futaleufu (SCFT), surprisingly, through snow capped mountains (I thought the Andes were shorter down here).
The turbulence at 11k was pretty impressive, and the chorizo taco I had for lunch was in jeopardy, but I made it through to a pleasant descent to the airport which is somewhere down there at about 2k.
Let’s just say, I never made it to Futaleufu. As I descended, the Garmin showed me a valley in a canyon between steep mountains on either side. It was covered in snow! (I thought it was summer down here). These were red on the terrain map, which is bad, but the canyon floor was green and yellow, which is good. So, I proceeded into the canyon, which turned gently to the right, at about 5K.
As I turned into the canyon, it was filled with cloud/fog/snow and, despite Garmin’s assertion that all was safe, I was skeptical. Good thing too because I was soon confronted with a mountain face that was not supposed to be there! I managed to turn back and fly in circles a bit to get my bearings but there wasn’t enough visibility to work it out. I saw a second airport about 50nm away and I diverted there in hopes of better visibility.
Interesting, the airport is in Esquel, Argentina (SAVE). The meaning of the airport letters was not lost on me.
My appologies for no pictures of the emergency. Just know they were filled with panic, swearing and random frenetic activity that, despite itself, worked.
After corkscrewing around to get back to 10k (heck it worked on the way in, right), I followed the new, but suspect, magenta line until I saw this:
Overwhelming joy was immediately followed by the realization that the sun was now setting. Question, would they leave the lights on?
Si!!