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The quiet morning’s sounds of dog barks and bird songs were broken by the cranking whine, stuttered start and roar of 600 horsepower round engines. Two more spray planes take off to the south. From my window I watch the planes climb to only tree top level and disappear beyond the close horizon.
Another early beginning to take advantage of the calm winds and light turbulence that will only last a precious few hours on hot summer days like these. What will the enemy be today, green bugs, corn borers or ravenous grasshoppers? Miles away from here the planes will perform their low level ballet spreading their fog from one end of the fields to the other. At the end of each pass a short climb, a quick bank and a slow roll to an opposite turn. The chandelle complete, a dive over or under the power lines and aligned for another five foot high pass. The noise, precision and grace are spell binding and impossible to let pass without stopping to watch. Very beautiful, at least for a temporarily earth bound pilot like me. Emptied, they will soon return to port.
I will hear them first as they fly downwind directly over our home. The change of engine and prop pitch as they pass adds to the pulse of my chest. They must do this to tease me. Damn its hard work but I know they are having fun.

Such is the life of John

  • ( I’m reluctantly introducing OC, another one. When John, I’m talking about my everyday mundane life, I’m the one pulling the plow. DSS, the poet, E the politician. OC, is the adventurer, traveler, John’s co-pilot. OC is Obsessed by any aircraft, an almost childish Obsession. DSS is afraid of heights unless he is flying with John, E sees flight as just a way to get from one point to another. E is one of those guys that reads the newspaper on takeoffs. I, John, love flying, have been around it all of my life. I love the science of it but OC is Obsessed, Obsessed by it.

    This is an account of one of John’s and OC’s flying days.   OC wrote this 8 years ago, on one of his saddest. The day Steve Fosset was lost in the Sierra Nevada mountains. With OC’s permission I submit this for your consideration.)

      September 5, 2007 – Through my connections with the press, namely a little girl named Magoo. I was able to experience one of my most thrilling adventures in aviation so far. I was given an “all access” press pass to Steve Fossett’s around the world record flights from Salina, KS. back in Feb. 28, 2005. Where I was so fortunate to meet Steve Fossett and Sir Richard Branson. I was allowed full access to the GlobalFlyer and given the run of the VIP / Press area at the Salina Airport. There I actually rubbed elbows with other aviation greats such as Bob Hoover, met the Scaled Composites Engineers that eventually put the first civilian spaceship and astronaut into space. Baron Hilton was there with Hoover and drank coffee at the table next to me in the press room. I was able to go out to the end of the 12,000 foot runway where the GlobalFlyer and Fossett were waiting for the winds to calm before takeoff on it’s historic flight. All in all a very heady day in the life of OC. I realize now why these things are done. They happen to inspire, only to inspire.

    As we wait for news of Steve on his latest unplanned adventure of survival, we are sure of a good outcome and know that he has the greatest chances of getting home OK. Here’s a few pictures of Steve Fossett’s adventures from my point of view during the last couple years.


    The press conference at Mission Control the night before the first around the world flight.


    Yes, that’s me on the left in the green coat working up the nerve to ask a question. All of the major media were there. The woman reporter beside me was from “The Gaurdian” in England.



    Steve Fossett and Sir Richard Branson at a preflight “meet and greet”.


    They were listening earnestly to the Kansas Lt. Governor.

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    This is another angle of the picture being shown on the news today. Unfortunately I missed the landing due to a commitment in Okla. City. My friend Larry, took this picture.


    Yep, that’s me standing beside the GlobalFlyer about 30 minutes before takeoff of Steve’s first solo non-refueled flight around the world. The gentlemen that took the picture had an interesting background in large cameras, also. You can see by the long shadows that it was getting late in the evening and the sun was setting. It was very windy and Fossett was waiting for the winds to calm. Although a small headwind was helpful to his takeoff. Notice the tail number N277SF, the same number as the balloon that he flew around the world in.


    Inside the cock pit of GlobalFlyer the evening before takeoff. Not real crowded. Notice no windshield. He had a bubble in the roof to look out of during takeoff and landing. You can see the long Joystick on the far right side and just the edge of the roof bubble above.


    This is Steve Fossett’s Cessna Citation X. At an average speed of 726.83 mph Steve and copilot Doug Travis smashed the transcontinental record for non-supersonic jets in this aircraft flying from San Diego, California to Charleston, South Carolina in 2 hours, 56 minutes, 20 seconds. I took this picture as we drove by in the press bus. My Cessna 150 aircraft mechanic and Annual Inspector IA, Larry, works for Cessna Turbine Group and performs the inspections on Fossett’s jet in Wichita. He was invited in out of the wind. I spotted him in the cockpit as we went by and snapped this picture hoping I’d get a picture of him. He tries to inspect a few propeller aircraft each year and we have mutual friends. So he agreed to inspect my and a buddy’s aircraft each year also. Larry inspected my airplane a few days after inspecting this one, readying it for it’s chase around the world meeting up with the GlobalFlyer. My plane was always in very secure hands. He said he enjoyed working on my plane as much as he did Fossett’s. I don’t know.

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    The Citation again, look close and you will see this plane in the background of some of the shots this week in Nevada.  Notice the tail number N377SF. The FAA inspector in our group on the bus wondered what happened to N177SF.

    Flyer_Before_Takeoff_BransonBranson waiting beside the GlobalFlyer before take off


    One of these guys took the picture of me beside of the GlobalFlyer. There was a lot of “I’ll take your picture if you’ll take mine” going on. The gentlemen in the NASA flight suits are  Astronauts Kenneth Cockrell and Mike Good. They flew in on a NASA T38 jet to witness Fossett’s takeoff. Cockrell has flown on a number of Space Shuttle Missions and Good is still in line for a flight. I E-mailed a few pictures to Cockrell in Houston since they were without a camera. Real nice guys. Wish I had their plane. The fellow in the yellow I believe is the Blog editor for the Cosmoshere web site. This picture really meant a lot to him too.


    This is the GlobalFlyer returning from England after Steve’s longest flight around the world and then some. He departed from the long runway at Cape Kennedy, circled the world and then flew on to England where he had an emergency landing. Jon Karkow flew her back from England to Salina. Marcia and I caught the plane’s arrival as Jon flew over the south fence and did a low pass for the few of us that were there to greet him. Jon was the Chief Engineer, builder and test pilot of the GlobalFlyer working for Burt Rutan at Scaled Composites. It was such a beautiful plane. It is sad that it hangs suspended from a ceiling in a museum now, even if it is the National Air and Space Museum.


    This is the arrival in Salina of Steve from his third record breaking flight around the world. Cloudy old day. I got his return on tape. I’ll show some day.


    Steve Fossett after the closed circuit flight. He flew the plane to the Smithsonian soon after this.

    Hopefully tomorrow will bring good news of Steve’s rescue. He has had many escapes from trouble during his adventures. It seems strange for him to be lost on such a routine type of flight. If anyone can survive a bad landing Steve can. I’m sure he’s stomping thru the desert right now doing what he can to be discovered.


    ( One year later, Steve Fossett’s ID’s and a few other personal items were found, in the Eastern Sierra Nevada in California about 65 miles south of Fossett’s take-off site, near the crashed remains of the single engine propeller driven aircraft he flew.  His body was never found and is assumed ravaged by animals. A sad day for OC and all that knew and had met Steve Fossett.  John)