Photos I Took Of St Helens

"C J Campbell" wrote in message

There was a TFR in 1980, too. The TFR is not protect the volcano, it is to
protect you. Personally, I am coming around to the opinion that they
should
just let anyone in there who wants to see it, including airplanes, as long
as they sign a waiver that they will not sue anyone in the event that they
run into each other or are killed by the volcano.

IIRC there has never been an airplane brought down by Mt. St. Helens
volcanic activity. I do know of a fellow who augured a Huey while giving
some people a sightseeing trip over heard of elk on the east slope. The all
lived...he died instantly as a piece of metal punctured his heart.

-c

"NW_PILOT" wrote in message newsrmdnR8ahI3ZUv3cRVn-

Yea like the idiots that are going the wrong way around the mountain maybe
the FAA should have not made the traffic pattern counter clockwise

They asked me yesterday morning if I was familiar with the "recommended
pattern" I said I was staying at least ten miles out, bolting south if I
saw steam, and moving counterclockwise around the mountain. They didn't
acknowledge whether that was the correct pattern. Why they chose
counterclockwise is definately strange.

-c

"NW_PILOT" wrote in message news:I-adnQkJIvHoTf3cRVn-

Darwin Awards I don't think so!!!! If it did go and it if it did take me
out
at leased I'd go doing something that I love "flying airplanes" and if it
dose not take me out it would be 1 great sight. I have been dead once
already.

We talked about that, too. Getting blown out of the sky by a volcano would
be a hell of a way to go. I'd prefer not, and the media has been blowing
the whole thing very much out of proportion.

It's not as dangerous as, say, Space Ship One or the average aerobatic
maneuver.

-c

Like your idea!!! Let 'natural selection' weed out the 'weaker' part of the
gene pool. It wasn't very long ago, out here in California, that
'tsunami-like' waves were going to hit our coastline at a specific time -
sure enough when the time drew near, there were tons of people there with
cameras and video cameras to TAKE A PICTURE OF THE TSUNAMI (sp?) .... just
Nature's way of weeding out those that don't belong in the gene pool
GRIN

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"Cecil Chapman" wrote in message
...
Like your idea!!! Let 'natural selection' weed out the 'weaker' part of
the
gene pool. It wasn't very long ago, out here in California, that
'tsunami-like' waves were going to hit our coastline at a specific time -
sure enough when the time drew near, there were tons of people there with
cameras and video cameras to TAKE A PICTURE OF THE TSUNAMI (sp?) ....
just
Nature's way of weeding out those that don't belong in the gene pool

Funny! How many of them were weeded out of the gene pool?

-c

"Nomen Nescio" ] wrote in message
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From: "NW_PILOT"

I have been dead once
already.

INSERT JOKE HE_____________________________________________ ___________


No Fricken Joke!!! When I was 13 I was in a motorcycle accident I was dead
for a little over 3 min's.

"gatt" wrote in message
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[...] Why they chose
counterclockwise is definately strange.

Because most pilots are flying their airplane from the left seat. It's the
classic "left traffic by default" rule.

Doesn't seem that strange to me at all.

Pete

Very cool. Thanks.

On Mon, 4 Oct 2004 10:24:44 -0700, "gatt"
wrote:

Scott D. wrote in message
.. .

Then when the damn thing blows, that will be just that many less
stupid people in this world we would have to deal with.

I dont know, maybe I'm just having a bad day.

Everybody dig a foxhole and don't come out. Don't fly anywhere, 'cause
that's dangerous too. When a small plane crashes, that will be just that
many less stupid people in the world...

Maybe I'm just having a bad day.

Ok, when I tell you the stove is hot. Go on over and touch it anyways
just to see, I will watch you with a big grin on my face

Its not a "the world is dangerous" thing, its a "the Volcano is going
to blow soon" thing. So in the mean time, just stay away for the darn
thing, let it spew its ash, steam, rocks, lava....


Scott D.

Great photos. I see that you don't have any with me in them so I will
tell you this story...

I work for the INS and was transporting some "illegals" the other day
from Seattle to San Diego in my C-210. They were to be deported from
SDINS as soon as we landed.

One of the occupants, Pablito, asked me in broken English if we could
route our flight by Mt St Helens. At first I resisted and then gave in
when I noticed that he was walking on two wooden legs--I just couldn't
find it in my heart to turn him down.

We approached from the N.W, did a turn around Spirit Lake when I heard
some God awful noises coming from the engine. I thought it was the turbo
but wasn't sure and began looking for places to do a forced landing
which I admit I should have been doing all along.

As I was peering down the engine lost about 1000 rpm and I decided that
I needed to get down right away so I headed for the only smooth landing
area available--the dome of Mt St Helens. My passengers began speaking
wildly in Spanish and tightening their seat belts. I set up the approach
while Pablito, who was the only one seeming calm and collected, pulled
out a small Tupperware container from inside his shirt.

The smell of Mexican food filled the cockpit as I swept down low and
steeply upward adjusting to the angle of the dome, set the transponder
to 7700, and tried to raise FSS on 121.5--nothing. A small steam plume
was on my 3 o'clock and the ride became bumpy as the thermals hit. I
stuck in 10 degrees of flaps, added all the power I had available and
adjusted my approach so that the stall horn was screaming in the last 10
feet or so. We hit the 30 degree slope and rolled out only about 150
feet before we were completely stopped. The sound of Mexican praying
turned to enthusiastic congratulations as we all immediately exited.

I was so relieved as I stepped out of the cockpit that I didn't notice
the smell of sulfur and the very hot ground that we were parked on. The
parking brake groaned and we chocked the wheels with clumps of lava
rock. I called FSS to let them know that we were OK--still no contact.

While I was still recovering from the shock, Juan, an A & P in his
country, had stuck his nose under the cowling and was speaking to one of
others ( I forget his name) and pointing to an outcropping. Pablito
overhearing the conversation immediately began to hobble over toward the
steep ridge. Juan motioned to me and pointed to something that was
lodged near the turbo. It appeared to be a small animal with very singed
fur. Apparently, he felt it could be removed with a good sized stick
which Pablito had volunteered to go for.

Pablito was getting smaller now as he made his way to the ridge. We
began to smell burning rubber which, it turned out, was a combined smell
of tennis shoes and tires beginning to melt. We all jumped back into the
aircraft except, of course for Pablito who was now just a small speck on
a sheer outcropping of rock.

Suddenly there was a loud pop and the aircraft dipped to one side. We
had blown a tire. Somehow it was only then that I realized we would
either have to hike out of here real fast before our tennis shoes could
melt, or hope that FSS or CAP was picking up our transponder or ELT and
come an rescue us.

Pablito returned with the large stick but as I looked him over I noticed
that he seemed somehow smaller and was walking strangely. Then I saw
that his shoes were missing and there was a gooey mess on the bottoms of
his wooden legs. His shoes had melted off! He had walked directly
across a small lava flow in order to retrieve the somewhat charred stick
and was now waving it triumphantly, though he was a full 3 inches shorter.

Juan, very quickly in and out of the cockpit, used the stick to dislodge
the small intruder from the turbo. Just for kicks, I hit the started and
the engine analyzer now indicated normal in all cylinders. Dammed, I
thought. If only that tire hadn't blown I would be able to point this
thing downhill and effect a takeoff!

Juan was gesturing to me by raising his hands above his head with the
palms flattened toward the sky. For some reason he wanted us to lift the
aircraft up. I shrugged and we all took respective positions around the
aircraft while Juan remained inside. It was only when the craft was
lifted that I realized his plan. He immediately retracted the gear and
we set the aircraft down on the hot ground, rotated it around to point
downhill, and rapidly jumped in the aircraft...all except for Pablito
who took his good ole time.

I was a little concerned about prop clearance for the takeoff run but,
as it turned out, the longitudinal angle with reference to the steep
slope seem to allow plenty of clearance. I started her up while
feathering the prop but she leaned forward anyway. Fearing a prop
strike, I added full takeoff power and increased the prop pitch while
holding way back on the elevator.

The scraping sound on the belly was almost unbearable coupled with the
smell of sulfur, burnt tennis shoes and Mexican food, but she lifted off
easily and we were airborne once again.

I have posted pictures of the legs of Pablito and the C-210 sitting on
the side of the dome at:

http://www.nhoem.state.nh.us/mitigat...wo%20Frame.jpg

http://www-laog.obs.ujf-grenoble.fr/...ioloncelle.jpg


Antonio