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Book: Fifty Classic Destinations for Pilots

June, 2016

Cover (Large)My book Fifty Classic Destinations for Pilots.  Epic Adventures, Romance and Outdoor Fun in the Western USA, has received great reviews (thank goodness) and is available at and from Amazon. As a West Coast Flying Adventure blog reader you can use coupon code “blog20” to get 20% off on the price of the book.

– Thanks – Ney

A Few Moments in the Middle of Nevada

January, 2018

Old Hangar

I landed in Tonopah Nevada in order to make a scheduled conference call.  I’ve had many of these business calls in various locations: hanging on rock wall, hunkered in a tent at Osh Kosh, on a beach while kayaking in Alaska, pulled over on the side of the road on my bike, etc.   I even remember having one here in Tonopah before, sitting in my plane.  No one ever knows where I am because it just doesn’t make sense to say, “hey everyone, before we jump into this serious business conversation, guess where I am right now?”

I just try to make sure I have good cell coverage (I have a satellite phone but I’ve learned it isn’t reliable enough) and to try to get out of the wind.  Sitting in the plane is good. Then I try to live up to the notion that everyone else thinks I’m sitting behind a desk.

When I landed in Tonopah I noticed this old hangar.  Tonopah has a massive expanse of rotting concrete (made me nervous once I decided to taxi over to the old hangar) that was probably put down when the airfield was used for military training for WWII and for a few years after.  In fact the owner of the FBO came racing across the ramp in a pickup to make sure I was OK and that I meant to stray off into an old corner of the airfield.

After my call I spent a few minutes enjoying the solitude, before pre-walking a path back to good asphalt, starting up and then heading home.


Grand Staircase / Escalante National Monument

December, 2017

It is the beginning of December and the days are short.  I wanted to head out to Escalante on Tuesday but I was working on my landing lights and was going to run out of daylight (which I wanted for landing), so I flew out on Wednesday.   Even then I ran out of daylight because I wanted to wake up with the sun at the Devil’s Garden, an area of hoodoos and arches in the Grand Staircase National Monument and I would have to ride my bike there from Escalante airport to get there.

I landed and then rode the 12 miles or so down the gravel Hole In The Rock road and made it to Devil’s Garden right when the sky went to black and the temperature plummeted below freezing.  I made a quick dinner and jumped into bed, pulled the down sleeping bag hood over my head and settled in with my Kindle.  Perfect…

Until I noticed my hip was fully on the ground.  Hmm.  I blew up my air mattress again (A Big Agnes) and within 20 minutes I was back on the ground.  Such a little leak.  Such big consequences.  It was in the low 20s that night and my quart size water bottles froze.  So

On the way to a good night’s sleep…

did I.  I had a big down jacket and I tried to curl up and sleep on top of it, but that didn’t work.  Not even close. About 1 or 2 in the morning I decided since I wasn’t sleeping anyway I should just blow up the mattress every 20 minutes.  It was truly miserable and I even almost knocked myself out on a cement picnic table I was laying next to when I got up one time to blow up the mattress.  Geesh.


Fortunately when the sun came up it warmed up pretty quickly, and I was able to walk around during the sunrise (with hot coffee!!) and get some decent photos.  It is really a fantastic place and I was disappointed that in just a few days (on Monday), our president would reduce the size of this national monument.

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Hoodoo Sunrise

After the sun was high in the sky and coffee cold, I got on my bike and rode to the Zebra slot canyon trailhead.  I was surprised that on a weekday in December that there were 3 or 4 cars in the parking lot, and the people I saw were equally surprised that there was some nut on a bike with a full backpack.  I ditched the bike and pack behind a tree and made the trek out to both Zebra and Tunnel slot canyons.  I met a Swiss couple on the way and we hiked together, talking a little polite politics on the way.

Hoodoo sunrise

The short days again became a concern and I was exhausted after no sleep, hiking and riding a bike with a full backpack.  I was extremely happy to get back to the airport before the sun went down where I immediately made a nice warm fire in the firepit and opened a bottle of wine.  I had actually brought a larger, thicker foam/air sleeping pad for the airport so that night was indeed perfect.


The Escalante airport has a fantastic camping area, complete with a shelter, water, electricity, a grill/stove and a microwave.  Up the hill a little is a keeper’s house with a room sequestered off that has an “airport lounge” and hot shower.  There is even a courtesy car, so you don’t have to be that nut with a bike and backpack, although I don’t know if you can take the courtesy car down Hole In the Rock Road.  There is also a shuttle service and car rental in town, and they will pick you up at the airport.

Truly an amazing place and a very special place to be able to fly to.

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Red waves



Fantastic shelter built by volunteers and the Recreational Aviation Foundation



View from the shelter and fire pit



Red Rocks / Las Vegas

October, 2017

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I had skied and climbed with local adventurers Ron Vardanega and Charlie Downs for a few years now, and thought it might be fun to do a “guys” trip to rock climb at the famous Red Rocks area just outside of Vegas.

Charlie was in charge of the hotel and on the phone I thought he said he got a place at the Bunny Ranch.  I said, “Woah Charlie, I didn’t mean THAT kind of guys trip. ”  He repeated the name, Bonnie Springs Ranch, just outside Red Rocks and out of all the neon that is Las Vegas.  It was a fine place although they didn’t serve breakfast until 8:00 am which was frustrating.

We flew into North Las Vegas airport and I flew straight over Red Rocks first so we could all get a good view.

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Looking down at some of Red Rock, literally about 6 minutes from landing

Red Rocks is BIG, with massive walls, deep canyons and a reputation for “adventure climbing” with difficult descents.  So it was appropriate that we had an mini-epic on the first day.  My fault too.  I convinced Ron and Charlie we had time for one more climb, a 5.8 climb up “Panda Pillar” fairly deep in one of the canyons.  It was a scary lead as it hadn’t been climbed a lot and pieces were breaking off the sandstone as I climbed, with one section offering no places for protection. So I was a little slow. Then, when I got to the top of the pillar there were no fixed anchors (like bolts and metal rings) in order to get down easily.  We had to sacrifice webbing and carabiners as we setup rappels on trees and branches, finally getting to the bottom of the climb in the dark.  Then it was a thrash getting out of the canyon as we couldn’t quite stay on the trail in the dark.  Welcome to Red Rocks. We hadn’t been on the ground but for a few hours and we were scratched and bloody.  Sorry guys…


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Panda Pillar. Click on the photo to enlarge it, then look for the rope and climber. I’m actually in the wrong crack, I’ll have to move over to the central crack an climb up the pillar to the top.  


The next day we did the classic, six pitch climb called Frogland and the following day visited the sport climbing area (one-pitch, all bolts) Calico Hills.

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Me on Frogland. Really fun climb!


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Charlie at the top of Frogland



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Ron about to do the cool tunneling grunt/move on Frogland


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Charlie on a Calico Hills climb



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Ron and Ney – heading back home




Flying North to the Sun – The Eclipse

September, 2017



Photo by Kai Kopitzke


After a hiatus on blogging, I’m back.  There are some fans of the blog that were worried about me, and I appreciate that some reached out to make sure I was OK.  Although not flying quite as much, I’m still out there and will be more active writing.  I have a little catching up to do too…

So – the eclipse.

If you have an airplane and the total eclipse of the sun is two hours flight away – what more excuse do you need?  In addition, my cousin and his wife, Fred and Jenny, live in Sunriver Oregon pretty darn close to the “line of totality” and graciously accepted my “invitation” for Betsy and my son to come stay with them.  Um – and the dogs.


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Always fun flying north past the volcanos


Fred is active on the search and rescue team and he spoke of a traffic and potential search and rescue event that the area had never seen before.  Millions of people were expected to descend on the Bend/Redmond/Madras area in Central Oregon just east of the cascades and some were expected to try to climb Mt. Jefferson and other mountains to view the eclipse and potentially get into trouble.

So the SAR team set up a control center at the Sheriff’s station and were prepared for the worst.  Luckily it never came.  Forest fires had already closed off access to the mountains and the semi-apocalyptic warnings about crowds had apparently scared off some people so the traffic wasn’t too bad.

In fact, we had planned to just fly into Sunriver airport (just south of the line of totality), stay at Fred and Jenny’s and just climb a nearby cinder cone (mini-volcano) to view the 98% eclipse.  Luckily, that morning we happened to do more research and came to find out that 98% doesn’t do it.  Even a sliver of the sun destroys the magic of a total eclipse.  So we jumped into Jenny’s car and headed north to a hill north of Redmond.  (We could have made reservations and flown directly into Madras airport but I thought that may turn into a circus).



We have really smart dogs.  We told them DO NOT look at the sun during the eclipse!


The eclipse itself was spectacular – definitely an awe inspiring event. Its something like jumping out of a plane, visiting Burning Man, or standing in the middle of a place like Machu Picchu.  You just can’t adequately explain it – you have to experience it. It was awesome!


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Almost there!


We headed back to California that afternoon and I was a little nervous about air traffic as I knew there were likely many of us heading back home.  It is one of many times that I really have enjoyed the new ADS-B technology, as there were a couple of guys nearby and it was easy to avoid them.


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Three of us heading home.


Thanks for friend and talented photographer/artist Kai Kopitzke for the use of his eclipse photos.  Kai had his own adventure backpacking into the Tetons with camera equipment to get these beautiful photos.


Photo by Kai Kopitzke



Photo by Kai Kopitzke.  Wow.



My “I’m Alive” Flying to Alaska Adventure

September, 2016
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Brooks Range

There is nothing like a serious health scare to make you think about the things you’ve done in your life and what you would still like to do.  It did remind me that I had, so far in my life, not flown my plane up to Alaska.  Heck, I have flown all around the west coast and even wrote a book about it, but not to Alaska.  If the diagnosis was bad I wouldn’t have all that much time and I’d take off and fly immediately north.

It turns out the health scare was just a scare but my wife Bets said, “you have a window of opportunity this summer – just go do it and get it off your list”.  So I ordered a satellite phone, expedited delivery.  I also scoured eBay and Craigs list for a used folding kayak and found one in Washington. I told the surprised sellers to keep it for me and I’d fly in and pick it up shortly.

I wanted to fly the coastal route up and within a few days a weather window was set to open on the coast of Canada and Alaska.  So in flurry of activity of packing and buying freeze-dried food, I flew away.  North.

Over the next month I’ll post my trip as it unfolded.  First a kayaking trip in Prince William Sound then a flight north to backpack in the Brooks Range above the Arctic Circle.

Next: Flying to Alaska, Day One


Flying To Alaska, Day One, Coastal Route

September, 2016

After a quick stop in Siskiyou airport for a 10:00 conference call (its kind of a working vacation) I flew up California, Oregon and through the Olympic mountains of Washington (a preview of the mountain flying to come) in order to pick up a used folding kayak I bought off of Craig’s List.  After handing over an envelope of cash and stuffing a big black 50 pound backpack into my plane, I refueled, activated my international flight plan and within minutes I was over Canadian airspace over a layer of clouds.

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My office for the morning with Mt. Shasta in the background

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Surprisingly symmetrical logging operation in Washington

I wanted to start out VFR under the ample ceiling of about 5,000 feet, but I knew the ceiling was lower later and I didn’t know how easy it would be to convert VFR to IFR in the air in Canada, so I just filed IFR and started on top straight away, above a layer flying at 10,000 then later 12,000.

Hours later, I heard the words, “Cross Annette at or above 6,000 feet, cleared for the Ketchikan RNAV Runway 11 Approach, contact Ketchikan Radio 20 miles out”.  No vectors to final, no gradual step downs.  Cleared for the approach, buddy, you are on your own.  Yee haw.

I dropped into the clouds while the cockpit became darker as drizzle, then rain hit the windscreen.  My new Avidyne 540 GPS took me through two 90 degree turns then on final the glide slope needle came alive to lead me down the final approach into Ketchican – through a fjord.  Man, I love the new (new for me) WAAS approaches!  I had installed a GPSS system and could have had the auto pilot fly the approach, but, well, I wanted to.  A dark shape loomed out my right window and with a glance I saw trees and rocks whizzing by, but shortly the bright approach lights at the end of the runway came into view.  Gear down, flaps down, and just like that, I’m in Alaska.

The instrument approach was exhilarating. A clear mind without distractions, being present in the moment with a singular focus on one thing.  Many people participate in sports or meditate to get this same feeling.  It was a great way to start the trip.

But then, 10 minutes later, the adrenaline was gone and I was sitting on the ramp in the rain in Ketchikan after a very long day of flying.  Exhausted.  I almost just slept in the plane but knew if the weather held I’ve have big day of flying the next day and I’d better get a good nights rest.  So I took the ferry over to town and got a room.


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Welcome to Alaska!

Next: Alaska, Day Two


Flying to Alaska, Day Two, Flying the Inland Passage

September, 2016

LeConte Bay

It is over 600 miles up the coast to today’s destination, Valdez, and not many airplanes fly this route without two engines or floats as there are few beaches, few airports plus notoriously bad weather.  There is some added risk, and one reason I wanted to do this trip alone was so I could enjoy the trip without worrying about anyone but myself.  The forecasted good weather did hold out, and when the glaciers, mountains or inland bays beckoned for me to come and take a closer look, I did.

I didn’t fly wearing a lifejacket because the one I had would be very uncomfortable, but I did have it handy on the seat next to me.

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Somewhere near Glacier Bay / Mt. Fairweather

The forecasted weather at Valdez was supposed to be 3,000 overcast, which can still mean an exciting approach – one that ends at a waypoint in the bay, not at the airport next to a mountain.  Once you reach the waypoint (1,900 feet above the bay if I remember) then you can visually continue on to the airport and land if it is visual conditions, otherwise to missed.  I had enough fuel to get to Valdez, but with sightseeing and the fact there isn’t much near Valdez as an alternative, I stopped at Petersburg anyway for fuel so that I had about 40 gallons landing at Valdez.

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The weather at Valdez ended up being clear so doing an approach or worrying about an alternative was a non-issue. In fact instead of flying the long way up the Prince William Sound I took a shortcut through some mountain passes, passing a float plane along the way.

It was one of the most memorable flights I’ve ever had.  Fantastic.


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Not really a glacier you want to land on.


Unloading kayaking gear at Valdez

Next: Alaska, Day Three