Flying back from over the Grand Canyon, the ladies needed to tinkle so we landed at what turned out to be a nothing airstrip. The facility was a Port-a-Poty mounted on a fork lift skid between runways. It was hotter than we ever thought when we decided to land and of course we were overweight, but fortunately burned off some fuel.
We started out roll from the dust and rolled as far as we dared with power lines coming up. We had a positive climb of about 50fm and cleared the wire with little to spare, but that little 4 banger was stressing and getting warm so we leveled a bit then nudged a bit working our way to a ridge line.
It must have been 10 mile from the runway and we were maybe 500' when we found the ridge wave and knew we made it. The updraft lifted us to over 4K where the air was cooler and all was okay.
Talking about it on the way home we agreed the right way to have done it was to get out of the wind at the air strip and wait until it cooled down. But what the heck, we lived didn't we?
Funny comparison tho', that Buff could hold our little Centurion in it's bomb bay.
We started out roll from the dust and rolled as far as we dared with power lines coming up. We had a positive climb of about 50fm and cleared the wire with little to spare, but that little 4 banger was stressing and getting warm so we leveled a bit then nudged a bit working our way to a ridge line.
It must have been 10 mile from the runway and we were maybe 500' when we found the ridge wave and knew we made it. The updraft lifted us to over 4K where the air was cooler and all was okay.
Talking about it on the way home we agreed the right way to have done it was to get out of the wind at the air strip and wait until it cooled down. But what the heck, we lived didn't we?
Funny comparison tho', that Buff could hold our little Centurion in it's bomb bay.


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