R44 iPhone and iPad Power and Mount

What you need to get the job done — and how I did it.

One of the great things about the R44 is the DC power port located rather conveniently between the two front seats facing backwards. At first glance, it seems as if it would be the perfect accessory for charging any number of devices.

Well, it is — but not without jumping through a few hoops. The trouble is, on a Raven II, that port is connected to the 28v DC power system and puts out 24v to 28v of power. Plug the wrong kind of DC accessory into it and you can fry your device.

Seven Years of Struggle

Like most pilots, I can certainly use that power port to charge any number of devices: cameras, phones, and, most recently, an iPad. And since buying my helicopter more than seven years ago — has it really been that long? — I’ve tried numerous devices to make it work.

I should state right here that I’ve had passengers simply plug car chargers for their phones into that port. They did it without asking me — you know how passengers can be — and I never heard about any harm coming to those phones or the chargers. But not only does the label on the port assure me that it’s 28v, but a call to the Robinson factory confirmed it. I was not about to plug any 12v charger or power cable I owned into it without stepping down the power.

To that end, I purchased a little box that supposedly made any conversion I wanted. I dialed in 24v (which is apparently close enough to 28v to make everyone happy) to 12v, plugged in my devices, and it worked.

Until the day I was warming up the engine with two photographers on board and began to smell burning electronics. (I have a very good sense of smell. I once woke up in the middle of the night smelling smoke. In the morning, I learned that a building about a mile away had burned down overnight. But I digress.) I reached back and felt for the box. It was melting. I pulled the plug, glad that I was still on the ground, and later threw it away.

When I got my Moitek Mount, which has three Kenyon KS-8 gyros, I bought Kenyon’s 28v dual inverter to power two of them. (The third is powered by a battery pack.) To date, that’s the only device-specific power supply I’ve found that accepts 28v input.

Bestek MR-C21ANext came “the turtle.” My friend Don recommended it to me and that’s what he called it. It’s actually a Bestek USB Charger, model C21A. It’s a DC to USB charger that has 4 USB ports. It accepts input of 10v to 30v and supposedly outputs up to 2.1 amps. By that time, that’s what I needed — I had an iPad 2 and was beginning to use it for Foreflight. As the manufacturer advised, however, you should only use one port when charging an iPad. What I discovered is that if I used the iPad in flight, even with just one USB device plugged in, I could not maintain a charge on the iPad. Although it said it was charging, the power was still trickling away. Yes, I was able to stretch the iPad’s use out to 12 hours on a very long cross-country flight, but that’s because I kept shutting it off when I didn’t need to consult it. And it irked me that I couldn’t charge my phone at the same time.

I should mention here that I tried a variety of other solutions for DC to USB. I must have more of these damn devices than anyone on the planet. The turtle worked best — but it didn’t work good enough to make me happy. The others mostly didn’t work at all.

When I bought a new iPad, the problem came to a head. The turtle couldn’t provide enough power to even indicate that the iPad was charging. On a recent day-long charter with several off-airport stops and long waits, my iPad went completely dead. Not acceptable.

Mediabridge to the Rescue!

With another very long cross-country flight ahead of me, I decided to stop screwing around and find a solution that worked flawlessly. So I began a search for a DC to USB charger that could charge both my iPad and my iPhone at the same time.

Mediabridge USB ChargerI found the solution on Amazon.com: the Mediabridge High Output Dual USB Car Charger for iPad and iPhone. [Sorry, but as of 30-August-20 this product is no longer listed on Amazon.] This device takes input from 12v to 24v and outputs a total of 3.1 amps: 1 amp on one USB port and 2.1 amps on the other USB port.

Long iPhone/iPad CablesI coupled that with a pair of KHOMO Extra Long USB Sync Cables for iPhone/iPad. These cables are 6 feet long. I needed the length to safely run the cables from the middle of the aircraft to the place I’d mounted my devices. More on that in a moment.

This afternoon, I went out to the helicopter, plugged everything in, and flicked the Master Battery switch. Sure enough, my iPhone and iPad both indicated that they were charging.

Total cost of this power solution: $12.99 + $9.99 = $22.98.

Cockpit Management

Empty Mounts
Here are the two RAM mounts, empty, mounted on the Robinson GPS bar. You can see the tray behind the iPad mount.

Mount with iPad & iPhone
Here are the mounts with the iPhone and iPad installed and turned on. No, the glare isn’t much of an issue in flight. (Overheating in direct sunlight is another story, though.) As you can see, the bar does not interfere with my use of the pedals. Remember, the bar is a Robinson component; not something I whipped up and installed myself.

cable ties
Here are the wire tie pieces I use to keep the wires tidy.

Tidy Wires
I attached the wire ties to the side of the instrument panel with the adhesive pieces. I looped the ties wide enough to pass the end of a USB plug through.

more tidy wires
I did the same along the side of the pilot seat. This keeps the wires from getting tangled in the collective, which would be a serious problem.

Of course, my solution isn’t limited to just the power accessories discussed above. I’m a strong believer in having a tidy cockpit — especially when flying solo or flying long distances. I already have mounts for my iPhone and iPad that keep them within reach without blocking my view of any instrument or what’s outside the cockpit bubble.

My solution has multiple components:

  • A customized version of the GPS mounting bar Robinson offers. Mine was installed by the folks at Helicopters Northwest at Boeing Field in Seattle. It includes the bar and a semi-useful tray that I clip duty sheets onto when I fly. (Before I got the iPad and Foreflight, I used it to display charts or lists of airport frequencies.)
  • A RAM mount for iPad with glare shield clamp. I clamp it to the base of the tray on the bar.
  • A RAM mount for iPhone with U-Bolt Rail mount. A friend of mine customized the U-Bolt mount to remove the U-Bolt and add a plate he made in his shop. A pair of straight bolts attaches it to the bar.
  • A number of adhesive wire tie holders with wire ties. I found these gems in a great little hardware store in Chelan, WA and bought a ton of them.

Let me take a moment to talk about RAM mounts. I love RAM mounts. It’s a component system, so you can mix and match parts. What works for you today might not work for you tomorrow in a different aircraft or with a different device. But RAM has you covered. You just get the pieces you need and use them with other pieces you already have. For example, I already had the custom U-bolt thing for another purpose; I just repurposed it with the iPhone mount. Ditto for the iPad mount; it came with a kneeboard. Mix and match. Well made stuff, too.

So if you think you need to enlighten me on how RAM mounts suck and how what you’re using is so much better, save it. I have a sizable investment in RAM equipment and will not switch now or anytime in the foreseeable future.

At the same time, I’m not saying that my solution, as outlined here, is “the best.” It’s the best (so far) for me. But it all hinges on the availability of that Robinson GPS bar. It’s not easy to get; for a long time, Robinson wouldn’t sell them. I’m not sure if they’re selling them now. But it’s a great add-on for any Robinson. Rock solid, bolts onto the frame, great platform for any equipment you need handy but out of the way.

I do, however recommend mounting your devices with sturdy but easily removable mounting components affixed to something that won’t vibrate like crazy, is within arm’s reach, and doesn’t block your view of anything.

I ran the wires — including an audio cable so I could listen to music in flight — through the loops I made in the wire ties and made sure they were tight. (I’m thinking of braiding them to keep them all together but haven’t decided if that’s a good idea yet.) I wrapped any excess around the bar over my feet. I can then plug in the devices on both ends.

It’s a temporary solution that is extremely effective in keeping everything neat without any modification to the aircraft.

Works for me.

Dog is My Co-Pilot

And here’s the picture to prove it.

Penny and I flew from our Wenatchee Heights base to Lake Chelan, WA (shown here) to Coeur d’Alene, ID and back yesterday to help a friend reposition his helicopter. Penny is now a seasoned helicopter pilot, having logged about 6 hours of cross-country flying. The sound and vibration doesn’t seem to bother her. She sleeps most of the trip, getting up for a look only when the helicopter drops out of cruise flight or lands.

This is a frame grab from my GoPro “cockpit cam,” which shot video for the entire flight from Wenatchee Heights to Chelan.

Dog Is My Co-Pilot

By request; a larger frame from the video.

How I’m Doing

And what I’m doing.

I haven’t been blogging regularly lately. There are a few reasons for that. I thought I’d cover them — and bring readers up to date on where I am and what I’m doing — in this blog post.

There’s a lot here — including lots of pictures. It starts off kind of glum but works up to happier news. If you care, stick with it. If you don’t, skip it.

My Broken Relationship

I may as well start off with the cause of my wishy-washiness and general lack of motivation. I’ll try not to whine too much. You can skip to the next heading if you don’t feel like reading about the current state of this huge failure in my life.

If you read my “29 Years Ago Today” post, you know that my husband and I are splitting after a relationship of, well, 29 years. Although I saw it coming, I guess I was fooled a bit by him claiming (repeatedly) that he wanted to try to patch things up. So it was a bit of a shock in late June when he announced, almost out of the blue, that he wanted to throw in the towel.

I think it’s this shock that’s causing me the most grief. Trouble is, I can’t understand what triggered his sudden decision. And I simply can’t stop myself from trying to guess what happened.

And no, he won’t provide a satisfactory explanation. Communication is not one of his strong points — hence the cause for the split and my surprise at its suddenness.

I’m a pretty independent person. This is my fifth season living alone in Washington State while I work my cherry drying contracts. Before that, I spent plenty of time alone at home, at our vacation property, and at his Phoenix condo. He used to travel a lot for work and went back to New York to visit family quite often. And I, for that matter, also traveled quite a bit for work, especially years ago when I did a lot of consulting and training work. So I can, for the most part, take care of myself. And if I have a problem, I know how to get help.

So the alone part isn’t bothering me.

What is bothering me, however, is the uncertainty of going home to a house where there’s someone who really doesn’t want me to be there waiting for me to get out of his life.

He’s already contacted me twice, asking if I’ve “given any thought to how we’ll move forward.” I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean. And when I attempted to reach him by phone, I got no answer. Instead, I got a text promising a call “tomorrow” and then another text the next day promising a call “later.” Like I was supposed to sit around and wait for him to call me. And not let my questions eat away at my brain while I waited.

It was around then that I began to refer to him as The Tormentor. (Kudos to my friend Jim, who came up with the right verb — torment — for what I was experiencing.)

I have obligations here that contractually bind me to Washington until August 20. I have numerous helicopter charters and other gigs scheduled right up through October 6. I can’t leave until after that. He knows this. How am I supposed to do anything in Arizona before then?

I emailed him and reminded him that I’d be home in October to clean up. I told him that thinking about our situation was making it difficult to get my work done. I told him that I’d already missed my book’s deadline by more than a month — more on that in a moment — because I simply couldn’t focus on the work. And asked him (again) not to contact me.

It took me a week to work that “communication” out of my system enough to get back to work.

Charlie the DogOf course, in the back of my mind, simmering like a pot of risotto, is knowledge that when I get back to Arizona in October, I’ll have to begin cleaning up the detritus of a 29-year relationship spread among three dwellings and a pair of hangars. I have to negotiate with The Tormentor on who’s keeping what. I know I’ve already lost custody of our dog, Charlie, despite the fact that I think I can give him a better home. Possession, after all, is 9/10ths of the law. But what else will I get — or be stuck with? And how much can I sell or throw away? And what will I do with my stuff until I land on my feet elsewhere?

Do you know how tough it is to keep these concerns on the back burner?

Anyway, it’s hard to blog when there’s crap like this stuck in your head.

The Book

Back in the late 1990s, I wrote a Visual QuickStart Guide for Peachpit Press about Mac OS 8. It was released at Macworld Expo in Boston and immediately sold out. It became my first bestseller.

I’ve revised the book for every significant revision of Mac OS since then. And, in most cases, my book has been in Apple stores the day Mac OS (now OS X) has been released.

I won’t lie: I work my ass off to get the book done on time. My editor, production guy, and indexer also work their asses off. We’re a great team and we get the job done, version after version, amazingly quick. It’s paid off, too. The book still sells remarkably well and, at 648 pages, is something I’m really proud of.

My RV OfficeThis time around, the book’s revision needed to be done in the summer. Not a big deal; the RV I live in during the summer, my “Mobile Mansion,” has an “office.” I have my 27-inch iMac, fully loaded with all the software I need to write and lay out my book based on the previous edition. Internet access is sketchy (and expensive) but workable.

Of course, I wasn’t expecting to be tormented by a soon-to-be ex-husband. My brain worked overtime on bullshit I had no control over, preventing me from thinking about what I needed to think about: my book revision. I missed one deadline after another, trickling in chapters that sometimes took days to finish. This from a person who could normally knock off two chapters for a revision every day.

It took a while to get back to work. And even then, I’m not up to speed. Yesterday I submitted two chapters totaling 28 pages; that’s the best I’ve done in a long time.

According to my progress report, I have 164 pages left. Some of those are index, table of contents, and intro pages, but I still have a solid 120 pages of real content to revise.

Many, many thanks to my editor and production guy. They’ve been extremely supportive of me in this difficult time. Yes, I missed the deadline. Yes, the book is very late. But they’re not nagging me. And I appreciate that.

I just hope I don’t ever have to drop the ball like this again.

As for blogging — well, when my head is clear enough to write, this book obviously has priority over my blog.

Flying

Of course, not everything is bad. My flying work this season has been amazingly good.

Drying Cherries with a HelicopterFor the first time ever, I had enough cherry drying standby contract work to bring on two more pilots. One worked with me for 25 days; the other worked with me for just 9 days, during “crunch time.”

You see, cherry season in any given area is remarkably short. My first contract started on June 6 and my last contract in that area ended on July 31. That’s less than 2 months. While it’s true that I’m still on contract until August 20, I had to relocate to a different area for that late season contract.

Rain on RadarThe busiest time for cherry drying pilots in the Quincy/Wenatchee area is from the beginning of the third week in June to the end of the third week in July. About five weeks.

It rained. We had rain one day that lasted all day long — from dawn until about 4 PM. It rained on everyone, everywhere. I flew a lot that day. A lot of growers without pilots lost their cherry crop.

There were a few other days of heavy rain. Every helicopter within 50 miles spent at least a few hours hovering over cherry trees on these days. I personally flew nearly 30 hours in June and July. The guys that work for me got a total of another 13 hours in the short time they were around.

A Helicopter on a BridgeAnd that’s not all. I also got a good charter client who has me fly him and others around to various locations around the state. He likes the helicopter’s off-airport landing capabilities because it saves him time over driving or using the company airplane. I did a bunch of flying for them, too.

And then there are the winery tours. And the helicopter rides. And the photo flights. For some reason, my phone is ringing off the hook this season. I am not complaining.

I flew so much, in fact, that I had to take the helicopter to Hillsboro, OR (near Portland) for a 100-hour maintenance while I was still under contract. I flew more than 100 hours since I left Arizona at the end of April — a period of less than three months! That’s never happened before. While it’s true that 12 of those hours was the time it took me to get from Arizona to Washington, it’s still a lot of local flying.

I’ve been earning more as a pilot than as a writer for the past three years. Now, when people ask me what I do for a living, I don’t feel weird telling them I’m a pilot. I am.

The Heights

My ViewOne of the very good things about my late season contract is where I get to live while I’m working: at the edge of a cliff near the top of a canyon with an amazing view. I never get tired of watching the rising sun creep down the opposite canyon wall every morning.

I’m living on a homesite with a house under construction right out my window. The owner of the home is building it himself. Because he’s not here very often, he likes having me here to keep an eye on things. He likes it so much that this year, he put in a gravel RV pad and 30 amp power — which was just connected today — so I’d be comfortable. I already have water and sewer hookups; until today I was on 110 v power.

My HelicopterThis year, my helicopter is parked on the property about 50 yards from the back of my RV. I can clearly see it out my back window.

The orchard I’m responsible for is right across the street. In the event that I have to dry, I can be on the premises within 5 minutes of a call. The orchard owners like that very much — especially since the orchard is 87 acres on hillsides and takes a good 2 to 2-1/2 hours to dry. The sooner I start, the sooner I’ll finish.

It’s very quiet here — unless they’re spraying the fruit or picking — and at night it’s so dark you can see every star in the sky.

Penny in the OrchardIn the evening, when it cools down, Penny the Dog and I go for a walk in the orchard. One of the owners told me I could pick their cherries and blueberries. Although fruit is not on my diet — more on that in a moment — I simply cannot resist fresh picked cherries or blueberries. So Penny and I go in with a plastic quart-sized container. We pick the small red cherries and yellow rainier cherries, which have very little market value but still taste great. And we finish up by walking down a row of blueberry bushes and picking the dark blue ones. The whole time, Penny is running around in the tall grass beneath the trees or avoiding the sprinklers or finding dead rodents to eat (don’t ask). And I’m getting a workout, climbing hills and sweating in the residual heat. Cherries and BlueberriesWe get back and I clean up the fruit and hit the shower. Then I spend the rest of the evening taking it easy — maybe sitting outside in the gathering dusk or watching something on one of the mobile mansion’s two TVs.

While it’s true that my early season campsite in Quincy is better equipped with 50 amp power, better water, and a more conveniently placed sewer hookup, I really like it here a lot better. I think I might stay until it’s time to go back to Arizona.

The Diet

I’d been wanting to shed some extra pounds for some time, but found myself eating my way through bouts of depression when I was in Arizona this past winter. As a result, I porked up to a number I’m too embarrassed to share here.

Captain MariaWhen I arrived in Washington I started exercising again and trying to watch what I ate. But when my pilot friend Mike came up with his helicopter for the 25 days he’d work with me, he told me about how he’d lost 80 pounds on Medifast. His wife had lost 70 pounds. I only needed to lose 35 pounds to get back to my goal weight — which is what I weighed in this photo from 2004. When my pilot friend Jim signed on, I did the same.

Medifast is not a diet for foodies. It’s extremely difficult for me to enjoy — no matter what anyone says about it. The food comes out of a box. You either add water and heat or you add water and shake. Or maybe you just unwrap it and eat it right out of the package.

It uses artificial sweeteners, which I hate. Fortunately, it doesn’t oversweeten. And there’s hardly any salt in any of the food — which is a great thing for hypertensive people like me.

Some of the food is actually quite good. I like the chicken soups (both kinds) and the chocolate pudding. The chocolate shake tastes amazing when made with leftover coffee instead of water. The crackers give you the ability to crunch something between meals. The chocolate chip pancakes are good any time of day that you don’t mind cooking up a pancake. And some of the snack bars aren’t bad at all. So there’s plenty I can eat. But there are more than a few meal choices I just can’t stomach.

To follow the plan, you eat five of these “meals” every day with one “lean and green” — basically a low carb green vegetable and plainly prepared lean meat. The meals have to be spread 2-3 hours apart. They aren’t large, but eating six times a day prevents you from getting hungry. My lean and green meal is usually some kind of grilled meat or fish with a salad. Easy enough. Fruit is not allowed. Actually, neither is the 1/2 teaspoon of sugar and 2 ounces of milk I put in my morning coffee. My big problem is drinking water — I can’t seem to drink as much as I’m supposed to.

The food costs about $300/month. That might seem like a lot, but when you consider that you’re buying hardly any other food and rarely eating out, it really isn’t bad at all. I’m saving money simply by staying out of the supermarket.

And it’s working. I’m down 20 pounds since I started 8 weeks ago. My clothes fit better — in fact, some of them are becoming loose. And my blood pressure is down so much I think I can drop one of my meds soon.

I might do better if I could just drink more water and stop eating cherries.

The Property

I’ve been looking for a new place to live for years. In 2005, I went on my “midlife crisis road trip” with the stated goal of looking for a new home. I got as far northwest as Mt. St. Helens. I should have gone a little farther, to the Wenatchee area.

This year, when it looked like business was really taking off for me, I started making some inquiries about properties for sale. I was shown a few inappropriate lots in the Quincy area before I started noticing some vacant land on a shelf beneath the cliffs in Malaga, right down the road from a winery I visit on my tours. I knew someone who owned a lot there and asked him who I could talk to about buying one. That’s when he told me that he and his wife had decided to sell theirs.

Ten acres of view property overlooking the Wenatchee/Malaga areas, including the Columbia River. Three minutes by air to Wenatchee Airport. More than 50% level enough to build on. Electric, water, and fiber optical cable on the property. And plenty of room to land the helicopter and build a hangar for it.

My Next Home?

The price was a little more than I was hoping to spend, but it really is perfect for me — especially with friends living just a half mile down the road.

When I first saw it, I still thought I had a future with my soon-to-be ex-husband. I told him about it. He said something vague, as he usually does. I later showed it to him. He liked it, but I could tell he had no interest in living there. It was all over by then.

But that was good for me. I could do what I wanted with it without having to tolerate his disapproving glares. You know — where he gives you a look that says he doesn’t like what you’re doing but never actually says anything about it? Those.

(Yeah, I’m still carrying a lot of baggage on this one. Sure hope I can shed it soon.)

The seller doesn’t want to sell until the first of the year — which is fine with me. I’m planning to put a storage building large enough to house the helicopter, mobile mansion, and my cars with some attached office space. I’ll probably live in the RV next year. Then, the following year, I’ll build a small house right at the edge of the shelf to take in the views. Lots of windows and shaded outside space.

Not sure if I’ll live here year-round yet. I’m thinking of traveling in the winter months, maybe with the mobile mansion. We’ll see.

Other Stuff

I have other ideas for my future here — other plans for personal growth and directions. I’m not the kind of person to settle down. The breakup of my marriage is probably the best thing to happen to me in a long time. It’ll force me to take on new challenges while giving me the freedom to tackle them without compromise or anyone holding me back.

I’m sad, though, that I can’t start this new chapter of my life with someone beside me, someone with similar goals and big dreams of adventure. It would be nice to have a teammate in the game of life.

More blog posts soon. Promise.

Early Morning Helicopter Flight: Wenatchee, WA to Hillsboro, OR

There are some things you really wish you could share.

The panic started on Friday. That’s when I checked my helicopter’s log books and realized that instead of 14 flight hours until a required 100-hour maintenance, I had under 5 hours. Once that 5 hours expired, if I flew for hire — even for cherry drying flights conducted under FAR Part 91 — I risked the possibility of having my Part 135 certificate put on hold (or worse) and losing insurance coverage for my helicopter due to my failure to follow the manufacturer’s maintenance schedule.

I did not want that to happen.

I started working the phones. First, I asked my mechanic to come up from Phoenix. I got a “maybe,” which really wasn’t good enough. I talked to a number of other operators about using their mechanics but kept running into a problem with the required drug testing program. Finally, I called the folks at Hillsboro Aviation — which happens to be the dealer that sold me my helicopter back in 2005 — and talked to John. He said that if I could get it in to him when they opened at 8 AM on Tuesday morning, there was a chance that they could have it ready by day’s end.

The weather, of course, was of vital importance. I was in Wenatchee for cherry drying season; if there was any possibility of rain, I could not leave. I did have two other pilots on duty to cover my contracts, though, so unless it rained everywhere at once, they could handle it. And fortunately, the forecast had 0% chance of rain for the upcoming week.

I packed a light bag on Monday night: some spare clothes and toiletries (in case an overnight stay was required), dog food and a dish for Penny the Tiny Dog, and my log books. And on Tuesday morning, at 5:30 AM, I preflighted, packed up the helicopter, set up the GoPro Hero 2 “nosecam,” secured Penny in the front passenger seat so she couldn’t get into the controls, started up, and took off.

Foreflight Route
My direct route, on Foreflight.

My goal was to complete the flight as quickly as possible — that meant a direct route across the Cascade Mountains. My flight path would take me over Mission Ridge, across I-90 west of Ellensburg, and into the Cascades south of Mt. Rainier and north of Mt. Adams. Along the way I’d have to climb to just over 7,000 feet, fly over miles of remote wilderness area, and pass right by Mt. St. Helens. The whole flight was 159 nautical miles (183 statute miles) and would take just over 90 minutes.

I’d flown over the Cascades — or tried to — about a dozen times in the past five years. Weather had almost always been an issue. On several occasions, low clouds in the mountain passes at I-90, Route 2, or Route 12 made it impossible to get through. Other times, I had to do some serious scud-running, darting from one clear area to the next to find my way across. Still other times, I was forced to fly above a cloud layer until I found a “hole” in the clouds where I could slip back underneath on the other side of the mountains. I can only remember one time when scattered clouds were high enough to make the flight as pleasant as it should be.

The weird thing about the Cascades is that you can’t see what the cloud cover is like there until you’re airborne and have cleared the mountains south of Wenatchee. The clouds don’t show up on radar or weather reports unless it’s raining. So you might have a perfectly beautiful day in Washington’s Columbia River basin but the Cascade Mountains could be completely socked in with thick clouds. It’s actually like that more often than not — at least in my experience.

So despite the fact that it was a beautiful day, I was a bit concerned about the weather.

Until I passed over Mission Ridge, just south of Wenatchee. I immediately saw Mt. Rainier and Mt. Adams in the distance. Seeing these two mountains — the whole mountains, not just the tops poking up through clouds — was a very good sign.

Penny immediately curled up on her blanket on the front passenger seat and went to sleep. This really surprised me. It was the first time she’d been in a helicopter and she seemed completely unconcerned about it. I guess that was a good sign, too.

And so began one of the most beautiful flights I’d ever had the pleasure of doing in my helicopter.

Mission Ridge
The top of Mission Ridge and beyond.

I crossed Mission Ridge, which was glowing almost orange in the first light of day and headed southwest along the straight line my GPS indicated to Hillsboro, OR. I drank in the scenery spread out before me: the windmill-studded valley around Ellensburg, the rolling pine forests cut with stream and river beds, the snowcapped granite ridges. At one point, I had Mt. Rainier off my right shoulder, Mt. Adams and Mt. Hood to my left, and Mt. St. Helens right in front of me. I felt like a tiny speck suspended in the air, the only person in the world able to see just what I was seeing. I felt small but all-seeing at the same time.

When I first caught sight of a fog-filled valley at the base of Mt. Rainier I began to realize that weather might still be an issue. Soon, I was flying from one pine-covered ridge to the next, over what looked like a sea of white foam. No VFR pilot likes to lose sight of the ground and I admit that I flew with some fear. An engine failure would leave me nowhere safe to land — if I tried to land in one of the valleys, I’d likely hit the ground before I saw it through the fog.

But the beauty of what was around me somehow made it okay. I thought to myself, if this is my time to go, what better place and way to end my life? Doing what I love — flying through amazing scenery — what else could anyone ask for? And then all the fear was gone and I was left once again to enjoy my surroundings.

Cascades Ridge
Flying across this ridge was the highlight of my flight.

I also felt more than a bit of sadness. There’s no way I can describe the amazing beauty of the remote wilderness that was around me for more than half of that flight. And yet there I was, enjoying it alone, unable to share it with anyone. Although I think my soon-to-be ex-husband would have enjoyed the flight, he was not with me and never would be again. I felt a surge of loneliness that I’ve never felt before. It ached to experience such an incredible flight alone, unable to share it firsthand with someone else who might appreciate it as much as I did.

I can’t begin to say how glad I am that the GoPro was rigged up and running for the whole flight. At least I have some video to share.

Mountain Lake
Yale Lake near Cougar, WA, just southeast of Mt. St. Helens.

As I descended down the southeast slope of Mt. St. Helens, leaving the Cascades behind me, I crossed over a small lake with a scattering of clouds at my level. As I glided through them and back into civilization, I felt as if the magical part of the flight was over. Indeed, the rest of the flight was rather routine, passing over rolling hills, farmland, highways, and rivers. A marine layer hung low over the Portland area and I squeezed under it, called the tower at Hillsboro Airport, and landed on the ramp at my destination. It was about 7:30 AM.

Penny at the Beach
Penny at the beach. She seems to like sand almost as much as grass.

The folks at Hillsboro Aviation were great. Although they didn’t finish up that day, the helicopter was ready to go at 9:30 AM the next morning. Penny and I had spent the night in Rockaway Beach, where Penny got to run through the sand and tease the other beach walkers with her antics.

We left Hillsboro at around 11 AM on Wednesday. It was a cloudless day — even the valley fog was gone. But the harsh midday light washed away much of the beauty of the scenery; the GoPro video from the return flight isn’t much to look at. We were back on the ground at our base in Wenatchee Heights before 1 PM, ready for another 100 hours of flight.