Once Upon a Plane Crash
My badass rating has increased exponentially. That’s because I’ve joined the ranks of statistical anomalies who have not only been in a plane crash, but who have walked out completely fine.
As you phlog followers may already know, I’ve been working in the Yukon as an expediter for a hunting outfit. This means I stay in town and get my errand on while the rest of the crew gets their bush on way out in the mountains. Last week I received a satellite phone call from the depths of those mountains saying I’d better pack a set of my warmest clothes and hurry my ass to the airport because I was coming for a visit.
It was a gorgeous morning to lose my bush plane virginity. As we flew up into the sunrise and back down again I was too busy snapping photos to notice the pilot and my boss Mac were busy tightening their seat belts and bracing for the impact of skidding the length of the frosty airstrip and flipping right off the bank at the end of it. I guess ol’ Fortuna was in a good mood that day because the only thing that was destroyed in our spectacular entrance was the plane.
Shiny happy takeoff. If you read between the lines of light you may notice Mac smiling about all the reasons he thinks it would be funny to neglect telling me his bush pilot super senses know we’re going to crash.
Sunrise over Whitehorse.
Sunrise over mountains.
Another photo from an aerial sunrise binge.
Descending for landing … Or so I thought.
This is what the inside of a 206 plane looks like after it’s flipped off a bank at the end of an airstrip.
This is what the outside of a 206 plane looks like after it’s flipped off a bank at the end of an airstrip.
JP (on the left) smiling out of what I assume is gladness to find us alive & well. I think she may have fared the worst in the crash being the one who had to witness it and sprint like a maniac down the airstrip in her rubber boots not knowing what she was going to find at the other end.
The belly of the very broken beast.
Another view, because really, how often do you have the opportunity to show off photos of a plane crash you walked away from?
The mangled fuselage, because really, how often do you have the opportunity to use those two words together?