Jan 25, 2013 09:10
It's been mighty cold around here lately, and I feel guilty complaining about it. This is because of the news about a Twin Otter aircraft being lost in Antarctica, with three Canadians on board (two pilots and a flight engineer.)
The pilot in command, Bob Heath, taught my sister to fly thirty years ago when we were cadets, was a friend of our family for several years, and is a funny, good-natured, big-hearted guy.
He's also been flying in polar conditions for twenty-five years and pretty much epitomizes the saying "there are old pilots, and there are bold pilots, but there are no old, bold pilots." Bob's an old pilot, and the crew had plenty of survival training and equipment. When there's a break in the weather, searchers know where to look.
But man, it's not fun to imagine how worried his wife is, or to wait and see how it turns out.
nostalgia,
weather,
flying