12.19.2010
Stranded...in a tent
9.23.2010
spring has sprung!
8.30.2010
Oops!

6.06.2010
Winter in Newcastle
5.25.2010
stella is in love....
4.26.2010
tea party
4.15.2010
annnnnd i'm back

3.16.2010
Charlie to USA - It Begins
So here I am onboard an Alaskan Airlines flight from Seattle to San Fran – exit row to myself looking out the window at the Oregon coastline trying to get the Mama Mia soundtrack out of my head. More on that later. Back to the start of the trip takes us back to Brisbane, Queensland and myself and Robbie Cousland, a young RAAF pilot, boarding a modified DC-10 en route to Pago Pago, American Samoa. We took eight F-18s to Vegas for Red Flag in order to get the RAAF pilots exposed to an intense war-like exercise and build some relationships with our close allies in the process. I’ll mention more about the specifics a bit later.
So Cousy (Robbie’s callsign) and I boarded flight Omega 10 and strapped ourselves in to the DC-10 for the 6-hour ride. Omega contracts themselves out to refuel US and foreign air forces during trans-oceanic flights and helps train pilots with refueling. My first experience was a bad one in the front of an F-14 which resulted in a several failed attempts to get my refueling probe in the refueling basket followed by me ripping off an antenna on the bottom of the jet which in-turn worked its way down the right intake. Minor damage to the turbine blades ensued and I got to give blood and pee to make sure I wasn’t flying drunk or high. I wasn’t - I just wasn’t too talented at getting “the thing in the thing”. Those are the technical terms.
Back to the ride from OZ to Pago. Robbie and I lounged in the business lounge of this ex-Japan Airlines DC-10 and I even got a JAL bar of soap. Nina, don’t think I wasn’t thinking about souvenirs for you! A nap, some studying of charts for the exercise, and some banter with the troops that were on the flight, and we were touching down in Pago Pago.
Now Pago Pago is a place we have to stop out of necessity only. You put two tankers and eight hornets up in the air and you’re realistcially only going to get about 2500 miles from your last departure point before you have to either land or run out of gas, and Pago Pago is that point when you’re lifting off out of Australia. It’s not ideal, but they’ve got gas, a runway, two McDonalds, and some really large Samoans to help you get your aircraft parked. I’m talkin’ BIG dudes, and it’s impressive to see a 400ish pound man shuffle around in a skirt and sandals whilst waving some wands to help you park a plane. Nonetheless, we got the jets there all in one piece and got ourselves (about 40 enlisted troops and the 10 pilots) to the hotel to get some food and get some sleep prior to the flight to Hawaii the next morning. A quick swim and a couple of Coors Lights (I accepted my tertiary choice for American light beer since it was all they had) and I was a happy sleeper, waiting to get up and strap in for the six-hour hornet flight to Hawaii.
A continental breakfast at the hotel (not a bad one considering we were on a tiny island in the middle of nowhere) and a quick flight brief by the Commanding Officer (CO) and we were out the door to the airport. Now we had a few things working against us before we even got to the airport, worst of which was the Category 3 typhoon (read hurricane if you’re in the States) that was bearing down on the island from the northeast and a few other issues that made two of our jets inoperable. This left us with six jets ready to fly, and I was content since I was flying as #4 of 6. A good spot with little responsibility and with a few guys behind me (5 and 6) to bite the bullet and stay in Pago in case of other issues. It started raining as we started the jets and we were anxious to get out since we were fighting against daylight and weather. After getting both my engines online I got the bad call from one of the refuelers that they couldn’t get the DC-10 (the one with the most fuel to give us) started due to a bad starter and of course, it being Pago and all, there wasn’t one at the airport to hook up to the plane externally. Hmm. Thirty minutes went by and the CO made the call to take three hornets with the second tanker (a 707) to Hawaii and let us work out the rest. The three hornets and tanker took off into the weathery abyss leaving me in charge of the remaining 3 hornets. I used all my wishing powers to will the DC-10 to start, but unfortunately I must have used those powers up on getting Stella through her second six months of life surgery-free. Dog-gone it.
Before we shut down the jets, in a comical move, we taxied the three “good” jets and two “bad” ones to the highest point on the parking ramp which measured in at a colossal eight feet above sea level. We learned later that the storm surge of the typhoon was predicted to be 25 feet. Of note, the buoyancy of an FA-18 is akin to an unlucky mobster on the Sopranos when it’s full of fuel. And the waiting game began.
We, now minus only three hornets and their pilots, a 707, and a handful of maintenance personnel, headed back to the hotel to ride out the storm. We walked in the lobby to a whiteboard full of information on how to ride the storm (now named Typhoon Rene) out (i.e. don’t look directly at the glass when there are palm trees flying through the air) and a A4 printout of the storm and its predicted path. Right over the island with predicted winds in excess of 100mph. Awesome. The eye was expected to hit at 4am local time. We prepared by getting two cases of beer and hunkering down in a second floor suite which Cousy and I were sleeping in. Now I’m sure there are different reactions to imminent disaster, and the good people of American Samoa were busy boarding up their windows and getting supplies. We decided to take a different approach and enjoy Rene. I don’t think anyone was awake for the 4am zero hour, but we woke to calm winds and cloudy skies – Rene, with respect for the low-lying jets, took a left turn about 50 miles from the island chain, and veered south, gaining intensity to a full-fledged Category 5 Typhoon. We thanked our lucky stars, nursed a few headaches, and ventured out to the actual town of Pago in search of some lunch.
Pago doesn’t really have a whole lot to offer in terms of great eateries, and it’s even worse when the town is expecting a devastating typhoon to hit. Most places were boarded up and we eventually found a resort with a restaurant and a view. Stomachs full and ready to be in Hawaii, we went back to the hotel and got a decent night’s sleep for the next flight.
Weather was good the 3rd day of Pago, the 707 returned to help us get to Hawaii and we got three jets out with the 707. The DC-10 left with the remaining two jets about an hour later and we arrived in Hawaii about six hours later, crossing into the Northern Hemisphere and into good weather. The flight was mostly in cloud up to the 0-degree latitude line and tanking was rough but manageable. Oahu was a welcome sight although getting out of the jet I didn’t receive a lei, just a rather inquisitive look of a customs official, wondering why an American was flying an Australian jet. I told him I was an American flying an Australian jet made in St Louis and he looked even more confused so I just gave him my passport and we called it even. Waikiki lay in wait, and a day of relaxation before heading to Miramar on Tuesday. More on that in the next post. Until then…
USA 2010
12.26.2009
merry christmas!
12.11.2009
new zealand!
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12.02.2009
it's summertime!
11.10.2009
Spring Update
10.21.2009
our first camping expedition!
The drive was absolutely beautiful! Tons of farms and rolling hills with lots of parrots, cows and sheep. About 45 minutes of the drive was on gravel road. We were definitely out in the middle of nowhere.
We ended up finding a fantastic spot to set up camp right next to the river and away from any people (there were only about 15 who camped the entire forest that night). Stella had the best time! She retrieved balls from the river, chewed on sticks (we don't have too many in town.. ha), and barked at wild bush turkeys. We had a great time too and we are already planning our next trip... we are thinking beach camping next : )
Here are a few pics for ya...
10.12.2009
photos from our trip
It was so great to see everyone over these past few weeks! Thanks for making our trip so much fun!!! We miss you all and hope to see some of you in Oz over the next two years!
Here are some photos from the trip! Enjoy!
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10.06.2009
So, we're almost a year overseas and probably a good while until we both head back to the States together. I'll be either in Las Vegas or China Lake, CA for a month during February and March, 2010 and hopefully will be able to take some leave before or after that, and whaddaya know, I still have no idea what I'm going to do with my life after this tour. 2 years to go, and I could get out of the Navy...no more deployments, but it would mean I'd have to get a real job. Hmm, so many tough decisions. I'm open for suggestions, but I'm really just hoping to hit my head on the toilet and come up with the flux capacitor or win the lottery. Maybe I'll write a book on indecision.
10.05.2009
Back from the USA...barely
Stella remains crazier than ever, but she was glad to see me on my return. The USA was great and for those of you who are reading and we didn't get to see, I apologize, but know that we made a pretty decent effort to get to all corners of the States. For my 2 weeks+ I hit 10 airports, rented 4 cars (including a sweet Mustang in San Antonio), stayed in 6 different beds and had a ton of fun. All good things came to an end as Nina dropped me at the Norfolk "International" Airport 2 mondays ago though, and I started my way back to Aussieland. Unfortunately weather in Atlanta was horrible, and my only movement in an airplane was to taxi away from the jetway, wait in a holding area, and taxi back to the jetway after 2 and half hours in the regional jet. Fortunately, they had drink service working and were kind enough to give out the peanuts for free. The frazzled Delta clerk rebooked me on the next day's flight and I rented a car and stayed at my buddy Casey's condo for the night. The next day weather was better and got through Atlanta, LAX and into Sydney with no problems, arriving Thursday morning.
Fortunately for me, on the Atlanta to LAX flight, I sat next to a couple from about 30 minutes outside Newcastle and thry offered up a ride home for me (score!). Their son picked us up outside customs and 2 hours later I was back in Newy. Ironically, if I had made my original flights, I would have ended up in Brisbane since the Central Coast (south of Sydney to north of Newcastle) had a freak dust storm that plowed its way from Adelaide to Coffs Harbour, depositing a ton of red grit and sand everywhere and diverting International flights to Melbourne and Brisbane. Plus, and this is the real kicker, I got out of another day of work.
So, for the past 2 weeks I've been playing single dad to the pooch, scratching my head over what's up with my lawn (sorry Nina - our lawn), and flying a bit at work. No more deployments for me this year, and Nina and I are trying to figure out what to do with our Christmas vacation. Hopefully Jetstar (the Southwest Airlines of Australia) will have some ridiculously low fare sales at some point and we'll get back over to New Zealand for $12 or something. Feel free to suggest anything if you have a good idea.
All righty, back to my yardwork which just means I'll be staring at the random shades of green that make up the mosaic of our lawn. We may have some Austral fungus out there which means I might move my staring to the aisles of Bunnings (Australian Home Depot) to try and find some sort of solution. Or, I may just play "renter that doesn't expect to get his security deposit back" and let the lawn die. I think Stella has done enough to the house that it wouldn't really matter anyway. In positive news Monday Night Football is getting broadcast on my new-favorite channel "One HD", but the downside is that it doesn't start until 11am tomorrow. Guess I'll have to take my calls in the crew room at work tomorrow.
Okay folks, I'll attempt to make this a weekly thing. Until then, Stella and I bid you adieu and look forward to Nina's return to the roughest posting in the US Navy.
8.28.2009
one week to go!
I guess that's it for now... off to walk the dog... how exciting.. ha. At least it's a gorgeous spring day out.
Lots of love!!
8.16.2009
taronga zoo
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