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Final Approach
If only I had learned to use a sectional and E-6B like the CFI told me I should.
I've never seen anything like it. The screens was completely covered with, well, words fail me.
Number one started running rough. The gauges weren't making any sense. I sent Gulfstream Girl back to have a look out the window. She came back and said "oh my gawd, it's Henning, he's on the wing."
What else can go wrong in 2020?
Finally, I broke out, and could see the water below. The sea was angry that day, my friends.
And cold. Dark too. Like a Latvian joke. Maybe Gulfstream girl have potato?
And as we broke out, I was so thankful I had found that compass deviation card. We would have never made it this far without precision magnetic compass navigation.
The crash was that hard.I couldn't help wondering why my FO was somewhere north of Minneapolis.
Or flung to somewhere north of MinneapolisBut was it really a crash or just a hard landing? I mean, if you can walk away or be hauled away in an ambulance...
I daydreamed about using the chemtrails for skywriting... what to write... what to write...