A cold February flight

Saturday dawned clear and sunny, perfect day to bore some holes in the sky.

Met at Portland at 10:30 am and while we reviewed emergency procedures, we saw the Blackhawk take off. These guys are doing it right, they get to play with expensive toys on Uncle Sam's dime.

Soon enough we got our clearance and got rolling ourselves.

Left turnout over the Mall on our way to Biddeford for some fuel.

We pass over Beech Ridge speedway covered in snow

The Saco river in Biddeford iced over hard.

Biddeford in winter, one big depressing welfare milltown.

Base to final for Biddeford

80 gallons of 100 low lead later, we get going to find some lunch.

Making our way past Sanford

We set up for the approach to Nashua

And shoot the approach to Rwy 32

Where we make a quick dash for the Airport cafe and some lunch before they shut down at 2 pm.

Half hour later we get rolling again

Flying past Manchester airport

Another depressing New England town in winter.

Where the best pastime is screaming across the frozen lake on the snowmobiles.

And Ice Drinking, formally called Ice Fishing. A sport where guys escape the depressing town and their nagging wives for the day, get drunk while sitting in a tiny smelly tar paper shack on the ice, wiggling a worm in the cold water, and occasionally race across the ice on their snow machines to find a weak patch to crash through, and thus eliminate themselves from the gene pool.

 Over said frozen lake we enter a hold to the approach for Concord

Past the smoke stack of the paper mill.

Once past the smoke stack, we touch down on a very salty runway at Concord and make a quick turnaround.

And fly over the Ice runway on Alton Bay.

Lake Winnepesaukee is frozen solid.

Then make our way back to Portland for one last practice instrument approach.

Radar vectors to the initial approach fix take us out over Phineas Sprague's Spurwink Farm runway covered in snow.

Then over Kettle Cove

Where I snatch a quick shot over my shoulder of the sun looking down the coast towards Old Orchard Beach.

Another turn towards the fix has us looking at the islands of Casco Bay.

As we get established on the localizer we pass over Peaks Island with Fort Gorges in the center of the picture

Over South Portland outer marker inbound for 29, with Portland West End on the right of the picture.

The view out the right window shows Downtown Portland and a tanker as it makes its way up the harbor.

Zooming in a bit on the oil tanker.

You can see the bridge just beginning to open

 And the tug waiting to catch the tanker on the other side as it is flung through the gap in the bridge.

Still inbound to Rwy 29

A quick look over my shoulder

And the pastel buildings on Commercial St

Short final for 29

At decision height 274 ft over the highway

Just crossed I-295

Seconds to touchdown.

We made it home and did not break the plane. We must have done something right.

Possum in winter

Got hit by an other foot of snow on Wednesday and my right shoulder has been bothering me more than usual after yesterday's clean up job. Thirty years of use and abuse swinging a framing hammer, P.W.T. genetics and sundry accidents have relegated it to junk status.

At least the birds seemed enjoy their new condo set up in the storm.

I have always wondered where the possums that visit at night come from. Following their tracks in the snow showed that they cut to the back corner of the  property and made their way under a tiny gap to where my crack junkie neighbor set up her compost pile against my fence. So yesterday while cleaning up after the storm I cut a path with the snow blower to make it easy for them. I figured I would see tracks in the undisturbed snow on the other side of the fence giving me a clue to where they might have their den. So imagine my surprise this morning when I looked over the fence and saw this.

Considering it was about 5 degrees below zero F or about 25 deg below zero Centigrade I figured he might be a gonner.

But I could see him breathing.

And as I shifted my weight on the fence cross beam to take the pictures and the ice cracked, he woke and looked up at me as if to say, what the F--- do you want?

Pork ribs and onion succotash

One big white onion, a large tomato and three large "southern style" pork ribs

Chop up the tomato and the onion, toss it all in a bowl with olive oil salt and pepper and a good bit of marjoram.

Toss the mix in a large pan, dust the ribs with Adobo and lay them over onions and tomato.

Pop them in the oven for 2 hours at 325 deg F. flip them over half way through.

Serve with yesterday's refried leftover noddles and enjoy

Winter wildlife

It has warmed to a balmy 18 deg F (7 C below zero). Most birds have the sense to fly south for the winter. Not so apparently with the doves.

But at least they finally seemed to discover their new coop/feeder.

Currently still in its experimental stage and I will make a more permanent arrangement if they actually continue to use it. When I first put it up they did not even notice it and did not go to it despite the bird seed I put in it. I had to take it down and set it at ground level to get them used to it. Then gradually raise it higher, thus the blocks and milk crates.