"...and You're Snow White!"

[CloudDancer]

:peeper
















Just blocking a thread space off for the next story.










Oh! You guys thought there wuz gonna' be something to READ here?? :???:









I sorry. Sometimes I jus' can't HELP mahsef!! :frog:


Gotta' put on my monkey suit and go do my best imitation of an "airline pilot" :cockpit: for the next four daze. Will :compute: upon my return.


Cloud(don'tevertakemetooseriously)Dancer:anon

[aktango58]

:roll::roll::roll:

[OLDCROWE]

WELL! if you're going to tease us like that may you have a nice monkey butt flight...:-P

[CloudDancer]

Jeeez....ya' tries to provide folks with a liddle humor....:bunny



Man! This is a tough crowd!:splat:



CloudDancer:anon

from the business center of the Courtyard Marriott in Elizebethtown, N.J. @ 1:30 A.M. local....goodnig...:sleeping:

[CloudDancer]

Chapter One - I’m Gonna’ be a BUSH Pilot!


So the three weeks after meeting Dan Gunderson in that Denny’s in Texas were hectic to say the least. I spent half my time trying to convince an unbelieving Momma CloudDancer that I wasn’t pulling her leg, and I really was going to someplace called Kotzebue, Alaska; and would she please hurry up and get me some passes on somebody. Whoever flies there. I don’t even know yet!

The other half of my time was spent pouring over the Airman’s Information Manual, the F.A.R.s, and anything else I could think find to study in preparation for my impending Instrument checkride, looming large in the near future as a real “make or break” moment in my embryonic career. For Dan had told me when he hired me he did not want me to come north, at my experience level (250 hours total time) without having first passed a checkride for my instrument rating.
Sooooo. On the morning of 31 July 1973, one very nervous and anxious young CloudDancer pulled up in front of the main terminal at Meacham Field in FT. Worth, Texas in a fairly new Cessna 172 Skyhawk. It was 6:55 A.M., and it was show time!

A very fine designee by the name of Sid Fisher, who had also done both my private and commercial checkrides, had agreed to meet me at the unholy hour of 7:00 A.M., bless his soul. This served me well for two reasons. It allowed me me to fly in the earlier morning, relatively cooler and definitely calmer air. This of course makes it much easier to (hopefully) demonstrate precision flying, if the dang airsheen ain’t a’wobblin’ and slamming around in convective heat thermals. Further, if I didn’t screw it up, I would get done in time to race out to the still pretty new Dallas-Ft. Worth Regional airport and catch a high noon Delta Airlines smoker to San Francisco; the first for four legs on my journey to a new world.

In a fit of optimism, I had already stowed my many suitcases in dad’s car before leaving the house to head out to Arlington Municipal airport in the early morning darkness to claim my mount for this most important flight.
Sid knew what was going on, and put me at ease right off the bat. We briefed the checkride over breakfast in the terminal coffee shop, I remember. Yet I remember very little about the flight. I know it went very well, and I think I only had to repeat one approach to meet Sid’s very exacting standards. And to me, that is a good thing. His exacting standards I mean.

He was always as fair as the day is long on June 21st. He was a very good pilot, and a good friend. One damn good examiner-designee, and I was sorry to hear of his passing a few years back. When he signed off my temporary new license with the instrument endorsement, he shook my hand, and urged me to be cautious and conservative as I began my new flying life. Just under two hours later after that handshake, I was standing, somewhat unsettled, in the departure lounge at DFW with Momma and Papa CloudDancer.

Let the great adventure begin!

CloudDancer:anon

[CloudDancer]

Hiya EverBody!:howdy

Well. Here we go AGAIN! I know that's not much to start with...but I'm in my monkey suit at the biz center of the Sacramento CA Doubletree and I gotta' go jump in the van to the aerodrome. Just wanted to get a liddle sumthin' up here to start it off.

Now it's :cockpit: to the desert for a short "gas 'n go" and then on to the land of the Grand PoohBah...KMCI for another hotel inspection. May scribe a liddle more tamale before I start day four of the torture test.

CloudDancer:anon

[CloudDancer]

Okay. I start vacation today. Since I'm NOT headed for Hawaii, and since I AM headed for Alaska... :cockpit: I will be in the proper state of mind, and have some time over the next few days to carry on with this story. So you'll have something drop by for.

I think I can commit to getting some more of this up by Thursday nite, 9 P.M. eastern time.

There! I gave mahsef a :compute: DEADLINE!

CloudDancer :anon

[CloudDancer]

NOTICE

At this time, management must regretfully inform you that the previously aforementioned
(ir)regularly scheduled update to "....and You're Snow White", slated for posting later
today has been cancelled.

In a semi-regular fit of irresponsibility, CloudDancer apparently has decided to goof around
all day at Chena Marina and the float pond at Fairbanks International, shooting the beans with
real pilots and wistfully gazing with longing and passion at real airplanes.

He did mention the possibility of some pictoral displays appearing later on his FaceBook page
https://www.facebook.com/pages/CloudDancers-Alaskan-Chronicles/91677493837

We here at SuperCub.org sincerely apologize for this blatantly irresponsible behavior on the part
of one of our Forum operators, and hope that your Alaskan Chronicles withdrawal symptoms (for
those newer reader's among you, not yet accustomed to dealing with CD's loose interpretation of
the word "schedule") are mild at worst.

CloudDancer indicated that he wuz considering posting something tamale....but we're not exactly
holding our breath here.

That is all.







(Supercub.org is only loosely affiliated with CloudDancer and/or Alaskan Chronicles Dist., L.L.C. In actuality, we barely even know the guy. Hence we have no responsibility, nor bare any liability for any medical or mental health issues resulting from participating in this forum, or enny resulting intentional or accidental personal encounters with the sack-headed one.)

[T.J.]

Patience is a virtue.

[OLDCROWE]

don't make us get the flying monkeys...

[CloudDancer]

Hiya EverBODY - :howdy

Ah must purely apologize profusely an' humbly beg yer' fergiveness.:oops:

I am really kinda' tardy in recommencin' :compute: on this story. And I certainly hadn't planned on it taken this long to get back in gear.

But when I came back from my R&R in Fairbanks last Monday, it seems my Chief Pilot felt the need to give SUMBUDDY a right good ass-whuppin' :onfire: out behind the woodshed. Personally...I figgered I wuz still a good two, if not three weeks short of bein' due for my every-other-month "carpet dance". :bad-words:

But liddle did I know....

Apparently....before I left for the Great Land...SOMEhow...I managed to land mahsef nipple-deep in kah-kah on my last flight in May. An' I didn't hardly DO ennything. :Ginnocent: But, as you KNOW...my "sense of humor" DOES seem to have the rare detractor.

I won't bore you with the details, but ever since I got back...it's been nuthin but ol' CloudDancer catchin' H**L :whis: from EVERbuddy! Chief Pilots! The COMPANY shrink...the aero-MEDICAL sawbones...the F.A.A. Approved SHRINK.... Jeeez!:help

It's time for my annual "Let's look under Cloudy's sack :nutz: an' see what's really going on" checks; a requirement through at least June 2015 if I wanna' keep my medical. (Ah'm actually starting to wonder if it's WORTH it?! But I felt that way LAST June too...)

Throw in a visit (AGAIN!....sigh) to the dadgum endodontist, and it's been a BITCH of a week! Fortunately...I was able to DE-stress a liddle bit with Speedo this weekend, an I had ever intention of carrying on with this story today.

But then....I got DISTRACTED!! An' now...I'm jus all...discomBOOBilated!!:love:

[aktango58]

Cloudy,

maybe you should not start conversations with "me and my buddy Eaton..."8)