We don’t need no stinkin’ runways.
This is why I really love my job as a pilot. Because sometimes I get to fly places like this:
Slate Peak has a communication repeater that needed servicing by my clients. I had to take two men and about 60 pounds of equipment up there this morning. Perfect flying weather — breezy, but without any gusts. No turbulence at all — which is a good thing because we were flying in the North Cascades.
The landing zone was a flat-topped mountain. There was a road running up there, but it was still snow-covered. The ground was pretty snow-covered, too, except where the wind had blown it off the mountain. That’s where I landed. My clients had to shovel a path to the door of the building.
My clients finished quickly — less than 30 minutes — and we were soon heading back down the way we’d come. The flight up there had taken over an hour, but it was only about 45 minutes back because of the tailwind and the simple fact that it was “downhill” almost all the way.
Not a bad way to make an honest living, eh?