Nice AAR! That makes two of us who made a detour through the Himalayas.
Whew. What started out as the Mudspike Christmas flight turned into an around-the-world trip. My first. In a C-130 Hercules. Many, many issues along the way–replaced engines, parts, pumps, tires, etc; a couple of emergency diverts; route changes. 15 days, 14 legs, 22,973nm, about 90 hours of stick time in the C-130. Don’t think I’ll be doing that again anytime soon.
Made it to YPXM in time for Christmas, and made it home to KTUS in time (just) for New Years Eve. Borrowed a gate from Southwest:
Route was westbound:
Happy 2018, Pilots!!
Leg 08 Burlington, WA to Ketchikan, AK (KBVS - PAKT)
First apologies. This report will be rather short due to my being under the weather.
Although I’m getting fairly comfortable with flight planning and setting up the Lear 25 for a leg, I need to do more of it before engine start or at least with only one turning. Apparently, this is probably the least fuel efficient of all Lears and I’m beginning to appreciate every pound of fuel that gets burned off unnecessarily.
That being said, our departure was uneventful and it felt good to get underway towards Ketchikan.
The GTN’s fuel planning page is really very accurate if you fly the profile.
While I was fumbling with the autopilot trying to determine why it wouldn’t track to the IAF, Ketchikan came into view to starboard. What appeared to be brightly lit hotels, turned out later to be cruise ships in the port.
The intended approach, RNAV GPS for runway 11.
Setting up for a visual for RWY 11.
Way too much ambient light in the cockpit. Apparently taxi lights also toggles some sort of cockpit floods.
No doubt a lot of ringing in the new year going on over at the cruise terminal.
Around 40 minutes of reserve remaining, leaves me a little worried about the next leg, which is almost 200 miles further.
Let’s find a New Year’s party.
That’s awesome. I’ve been thinking of bringing it on home. I guess you just gave me the motivation; I’ll be heading up around the pacific rim and east to get home.
Awesome flight. That Lear is looking great…! I wish I had bought the GTN for P3D back when it was on sale last month. I only bought the X-Plane version (and I looooove it…!) - I shoulda pulled the trigger on the P3D version too. Now I gotta wait for another sale…
After having tacked and stood to the west at 19:20 UTC on the 28 December, 2017, winds remained favorable, though a little light, and I found myself running nicely on the gennaker and main at around 5.5 to 6.5 knots for the rest of the of trip on an 7 to 9 knot wind from astern. I continued making the puddings diligently. By 04:20 UTC, 2 January, 2018, I saw the first seagulls, announcing my proximity to my final destination. Now, there are a lot of interesting birds on Christmas Island, for bird watchers, but all I saw were seagulls again. Heh! C-Gulls…
I hove to just outside of Flying Fish Cove at 10:25 UTC, 2 January, 2018, and left puddings number 97 and 98 cooking. I had completed the distance, but as it was getting dark now, and I did not dare to venture into the small bay without first having contacted someone via radio. Being now in range of the VHF, I made periodic attempts on both the HF and VHF to contact Christmas Island Operations, though no one answered.
Finally, at 14:30 UTC, I got an answer, and by 15:00 UTC, they had Gary on the radio. I kind of guessed he would be here, after my escape from Darwin. There was probably going to be some hell to pay.
“Parrot, where the devil are you?”
“Right here, just off Rocky Point.”
He was silent, for a moment.
“You sound very calm, Parrot. But let me tell you, we’ve been having kittens after that little stunt you pulled in Darwin. Get yourself in, now. We need to see you.”
“Yeah, well. I need someone to meet me at the wharf. Turn some lights on, and things. Send a small party down, with a flash-light or two, or it is going to be hard for me to get in.”
“I’ll be there myself,” was his answer.
When I spied lights on the wharf, I set the jib and main, and sailed in extremely close hauled, on the verge of shivering the sails, as the wind was almost directly from the south, and there was little space for tacking around the small bay in the dark. I hauled in along side the wharf at 16:55 UTC, five minutes before local midnight. I heard Gary’s voice calling down.
“Parrot, throw us a rope!”
“That would be a line, Gary. The painter, to be exact. Can you stop shining that bright flashlight in my face, please? I can’t see.”
When he obliged and some of my night vision came back, I hurled up the line to him. He had a group of people with him, one of whom caught it first throw, which was quite amazing in the dark. He tied a clove hitch around a handy bollard, and I climbed up onto the wharf. Standing on the planking, and attempting to walk up it along side Gary and his group of helpers, I found myself stumbling from one edge to the other, walking in zig-zag across its breadth as I progressed, and speaking to gary as I passed him on each tack.
“Darn, they could keep this wharf still, couldn’t they?”
“It is still, Parrot. You’re the one weaving about.”
“Hey, Gary. By the way. Did you find some containers of AV-GAS on the Northampton?”
“Yes, I did. Why did you have them?”
“They were for a guy who is here, for his aircraft. He is probably drunk in a bar somewhere right now.”
I continued to explain, mentioning a certain @NEVO and his DA-42 Twin Star, who had been stuck here since some time before Christmas.
“There is only one problem. I believe his aircraft has turbo-diesel engines. I was bringing the wrong fuel.”
We had reached the land end of the wharf by now, and some dim street lights were throwing some light on the scene, at last. I could see Gary and his random entourage of five helpers, with a bit more clarity.
“My goodness, Gary. I never realized you look like George Clooney.”
“What? I don’t look anything like him!” he was startled.
“And who are these guys you brought along? Are they quintuplets, or is this a lonely guy party? Were they on sale? They look flat. You know, 2-D.”
“Oh, no, Parrot. I thought for a moment you were okay…”
“Never mind, they can help me get the puddings off the D-Gull.”
Then I pointed out across the cove, at a large illuminated industrial structure, with a large freight ship docked next to it.
“What is that all about?” I asked.
"Phosphates, Parrot. It is their major industry here, on Christmas Island, " he said. “It is becoming a bit of an environmental issue, lately, as well”
“Ah,” I answered, and pondered for a moment. “That reminds me of something you said at the beginning of all this.”
“What would that be, Parrot?”
“Tell me, Gary, now that I’m here. Where does that Green Thing stand, after all?”
He stared at me for a moment, placing his thoughts, and suddenly burst out in hearty laughter…
VESSEL: “Breeze”, a Carribean Rose type sloop.
ROUTE: Salinas, Ecuador -> San Cristobal, Galapagos, Ecuador
DIST: 626 NM
DEPARTED: 20:20 UTC, 29 September, 2017
ARRIVED: 16:15 UTC, 04 October, 2017
TIME SAILING: 4 days, 19 hours, 55 minutes (115.92 hours)
AVG SPEED: 5.4 knots
The name “Breeze” was chosen in honor of my grandfather’s ketch, which he operated out of Barrow in Furness, UK, on port pilot duties, between 1919 - 1936. Sold off after my grandfather passed away from complications of appendicitis in 1936, and I do not know any more about it.
The voyage to San Cristobal started with a deviation south due to a changing wind, while sailing on maintain angle to wind on auto-nav. Later, the vessel was becalmed for 12 hours, starting the 1st of October, 2017. This was a server issue. Apparently the subscription to wind data by Sailaway had expired and not been renewed, and there was no wind all over the world for this 12 hour period (confirmed by in game text messages with other members of the Sailaway community).
VESSEL: “Ocean Belle”, a 50 ft Performance Cruiser sloop.
ROUTE: San Cristobal, Galapagos, Ecuador -> Kritimati, Republic of Kiribati
DIST: 6,407 NM
DEPARTED: 18:05 UTC, 4 October, 2017
ARRIVED: 00:15 UTC, 29 October, 2017
TIME SAILING: 24 days, 6 hours, 10 minutes (582.16 hours)
AVG SPEED: 11.0 knots
Again, the name is in honor of one of my grandfather’s vessels, the original “Ocean Belle” was a small lugger that he used mainly for teaching sailing to sea scouts. My father learned his sailing on this boat. It was capsized and later recovered in a squall off Walney Island circa 1935, with the loss of two of my father’s friends, who were drowned. I do not know anymore of its history after that event, except that the experience had pointed my father away from the sea and into aviation.
This was the very best segment of the voyage, run almost entirely on maintain angle to wind navigation mode, due to a very consistent wind from the south, which never strayed once out of a point either side of SbW, and had an approximate intensity of 10-14 knots from local midnight to midday, and 12-17 knots from midday to midnight. The track deviated slightly north of the intended track leaving Galapagos, but maintained parallel from then all the way to Kritimati.
VESSEL: “Bella Donacela”, a 52 ft Catamaran Cruiser, sloop rig.
ROUTE: Kritimati, Republic of Kiribati -> Kanton Island, Republic of Kiribati -> Honiara, Guadalcanal, Solomon Islands
DIST: 2,197 NM
DEPARTED (Kritimati Is.): 02:25 UTC, 1 November, 2017
ARRIVED (Kanton Is.): 04:30 UTC, 7 November, 2017
DEPARTED (Kanton Is.): 22:00 UTC, 7 November, 2017
ARRIVED (Guadalcanal): 16:05 UTC, 26 November, 2017
TIME SAILING: 24 days, 20 hours, 10 minutes (596.16 hours)
AVG SPEED: 3.7 knots
The name is actually my daughter’s joke household nickname!
There was a strange period of being becalmed on the International Date Line (Meridian 180º), between 19:40 UTC, 13 November, and 06:20 UTC, 14 November. I suspect this is a problem with the wind data to the simulator at this location. This becalming, during which I was thoroughly stopped, accounted for the low average speed. Additionally, it was necessary to deviate south to Fiji, to avoid a huge doldrum between Kanton and my intermediate destination at Honiara.
VESSEL: “Northampton”, a 38 foot Ocean Cruiser sloop.
ROUTE: Honiara, Guadalcanal, Solomon Islands -> Darwin, Australia
DIST: 2,422 NM
DEPARTED: 06:00 UTC, 1 December, 2017
ARRIVED: 07:40 UTC, 21 December, 2017
TIME SAILING: 20 days, 1 hour, 40 minutes (481.67 hours)
AVG SPEED: 5.0 knots
The name is in honor of the US Navy heavy cruiser, “USS Northampton”, sunk at the action off Tassafaronga, Guadalcanal. I chose it because the date I picked up the vessel coincided with the anniversary of the sinking of the cruiser.
Despite frustrations with seriously poor winds in the Arafura Sea, the 38 footer made a great showing, and clocked up an excellent turn of speed when it did have good winds in the Solomon and Coral seas.
VESSEL: “D-Gull”, a Mini-Transat sport sloop.
ROUTE: Darwin, Australia -> Christmas Island
DIST: 1,948 NM
DEPARTED: 09:20 UTC, 21 December, 2017
ARRIVED: 10:25 UTC, 2 January, 2018
TIME SAILING: 12 days, 1 hour, 5 minutes (289.08 hours)
AVG SPEED: 6.7 knots
Named as a parody of the “HMS Beagle”, the brig captained by Robert FitzRoy, RN, between 1831-1836, the travels of which Charles Darwin describes, as a naturalist, in the book “Voyage of the Beagle”. The coincidence I chose for the naming was the fact that the settlement of Darwin, Australia, was named after Charles Darwin, during the next voyage of HMS Beagle. The naturalist was not on board, nor was Fitzroy, on that voyage, but many shipmates from the previous voyage still were.
A completely uneventful voyage, save some serious planning to deviate around yet another doldrum south of Java. The Mini-Transat made good way in the available winds, despite these being relatively light.
TOTAL DISTANCE: 13,600 NM
TIME SAILING: 86 days, 1 hour (2,065 hours)
AVG SAILING SPEED: 6.6 knots
VOYAGE TIME OVERALL (including stops): 94 days, 14 hours, 5 minutes (2,270.08 hours)
AVG VOYAGE SPEED: 6.0 knots
TIME WASTED NOT SAILING: 205.08 hours (about 8 days, 13 hours)
Quite amazing things here. The distance sailed by sheer coincidence, worked out at exactly 13,600 NM, not a mile more or less. The sailing time, with each segment rounded to the nearest five minutes, worked out at 2,065 hours. The wastage of 8 days of not sailing was mainly due to the IRL factor, when I had just enough time to dock the boat and leave it before rushing off for a couple of days.
Here is the data on the originally planned route. Note that I had two alternates as from the Timor Sea, one to go straight to Christmas Island across the Timor Sea, if I was pressed for time, and a second deviating north through the Java Sea and Sunda Strait, which added 154 miles to the route, in case I had made better way than that planned. Here are the originally planned routes, overlaid with the real route (YELLOW ROUTE, the real track, already described)…
The original intention was to make the complete route in 86 days (2,064 hours). This gave the following required average speeds;
CYAN ROUTE original plan, with a distance of 12,158 NM - 5.88 knots
CYAN ROUTE, MAGENTA DEVIATION from Timor Sea, 12,312 NM - 5.96 knots
Notice, I actually nailed the average speed and was overdue in time by only 1 hour, if sailing time alone is taken into account! Considering my lack of experience with sailing navigation (applying only my basis of aircraft navigation), this was a mind-bogglingly exact estimate. I am thoroughly impressed. The time wastage not sailing, with stops at Kritimati, Kanton, and a lengthy hove to period off Honiara before taking the Northampton, accounted for the delay, and not arriving at Christmas Island in time. Had it not been for these situations, even considering two instances of becalming, and two separate sets of doldrums which affected the voyages of Bella Donacela and Northampton, I could have been there on Christmas day.
An extremely enjoyable simulator experience, in summary. My thanks to Mudspike for the chance to do the Christmas Voyage, and for tolerating my forays into a world of imagined situations (which I am sure must have irked some, for which I apologize). I had a lot of fun, at any rate!
All the best for 2018!
LOL…if it burned vodka he would have been in luck three weeks ago. Alas…I think that supply has dwindled as well…
That’s a fitting name for a sailboat - optimism branded on the stern…I like it…!
Hard to believe the sloop outran the catamaran…although like you said, the wind data might have skewed that data.
That is amazing actually.
Oh man, thanks for taking us along for the ride. It was fascinating to read about it and see the adventure unfold. Bravo!
Me too! Very well done Parrot.
Very cool. What’s the sailing simulator?
This is the one.
Under development as yet, there is still a lot that could be done with it. But it works quite well.
Leg09 Ketchikan to Anchorage, Alaska (PAKT - PANC)
In arguably one of the fastest vehicles participating in this year’s MUDSPIKE, I continue to make my way - as if by tortoise back. Granted, the Lear is no SR-71. It is, however, at least 64 times quicker than CP’s sailboat. A sailboat whose tardiness could be measured by watch, and not by calendar.
It has been an entertaining, if not educational, journey to this point. Did you know that this region is replete with native Alaskan culture and that Ketchikan has the world’s largest collection of standing totem poles?
Concerned about the rate at which the GE CJ610-8A military surplus engines had been consuming kerosene, we decided to delve a bit more into Lear fuel management. Our studies revealed that if we could keep our enthusiasm curbed to around 421 KTAS at FL410, that we should be able to ring quite a few more miles out of our steed. Let’s hope so. I mean we’re launching with a bit more than 7,000 lbs of fuel!
At the line checks complete, we take our position on the launch pad.
We say goodbye to Southeast Alaska and turn north one more time.
For the first 45 minutes or so, we move in and out of cloud layers. Occasionally, the sun peaks through.
Eventually, we get on top and settle in for a lovely cruise up to Anchorage. At about the 1:40 mark, we pass over Sitka, which was the original capital of the Alaskan territories.
So, while we chased and sat on on 421 KTAS from time to time, let’s just say that at OAT of -30, you can plan for 200 KIAS, or better .7 mach. That was good for 412 kts ground speed and much better fuel range that the .82 we had been hitting previously.
The amazing vistas would continue along our route.
Eight thousand foot mountains until late in our descent out would keep us honest. Then the city of Anchorage comes into view.
I guess that I’ll be picking up the bar tab tonight for not cleaning up the aircraft.
LOL…that was funny.
Mmm…I’m jelly of that GTN in the panel. Looks great! Nice leg, you caught some good weather in Anchorage…!
A belated “made it”…
Torn down Christmas decorations, scattered party streamers and the obligatory left over four pack of Stones Bitter indicate I’m very late to the party.
And not in the DC-3 I set out with.
I’ll write up the legs later.
I just finished flying around the world and, uh, boy are my arms tired. BudUM ba!
SurfinTucsonXP instpired me to go ahead and bring it all the way around from Christmas Island so, in a round about way, I did.
This is the route:
KCKZ KABE KVQQ MTPP SYCJ SBSL SBFN FHAW GLRB GQPP LPPT LFPG LOWI LGAV OICI OOMS VIJP VECC VTBS WSSL YPXM YPPH YMEN MD WABB RJCC PASY PADK PAKT CYQQ KSEA KPDX KSFO KWJF KVCV KSEZ KFLG KDEN KABE KCKZ
Although there are a few missing details, that’s pretty much it. 31,800+ nm!
Flying out of Sapporo Japan.
Good times flying into Eareckson!
Needed a change of pace so I flew this guy to Adak. Check the fuel gauges!
Can’t wait to get some fried oysters at Ivars!
Another change of pace heading for Portland.
I took the 737 to KSFO out of Portland. Fog and rain all the way in made an interesting approach.
Did some more flights in X-Plane after that in GA aircraft to Flagstaff and on to sedona and Denver.
This was coming out of Denver, headed for home!
Going to Pennrige; that’s about 3 miles from my house. Hope this isn’t too dark for you.
This last landing at Pennridge was one of the trickiest of all of my flights. Once again it might be too dark, but there was a significant cross wind and there are trees that you have to drop down over before touching down.
This shot might look like I’m flying to intercept the centerline still, but the velocity vector is runway heading; I’m off center-line for sure.
Damn, I feel like this is the extreme TLDR version we’ve just got! Feel free to post more shots and stories of your flight, it sounds like a great adventure!
Wow…! You’ve earned your wings on that one! Nice job…
Location still match
Its great to be again at the Xmas airport and had read all the reports from your flights guys
I think I will stuck here for a while still. Will wait for some of you MIA pilots
I have to figure out what with all that AV-GAS in the end.
So… where are we going this year?