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@Bengel thanks mate ?aye it’s a beggar not being able to enjoy a bowl. I wish you a speedy return to the briar.
Happy smokes
Ettrick puffer
I'll say! I notice the front landing gear seems to be intact. Does that mean the plane pancaked? Any more info on how that happened?
Great pic, Ettrick! And best wishes for a speedy recovery.
Heavy winds prevented takeoff. Ran out of runway. Aborted and slid off runway. No one hurt but plane trashed. Pilot not experienced with mountain flying in winter.
For all the non-Texans, who don't get to see them, here are my completely wild, voluntary blue bonnets (Lupinus Texinsis) just coming into bloom. I look at them while enjoying my pipe, and look forward to them every year.
One of my favorite places on earth - just reminiscing in the garage listening to the XM this afternoon and keeping house smoke free - scoring points for later!
Lander Wyoming at the foot of the WInd RIver mountain range.
As we approach Father's Day, I would like to honor my late father-in-law, who was also a good friend and who would have been 98 years old last Tuesday.
Capt. John B. Lee, USAAF, 20th Fighter Group, 79th Squadron, King's Cliffs Airfield, Northamptonshire, England, 1944-45.
At 20 years of age, he became a combat fighter pilot, field promoted to Captain before the age of 21. He flew the North American P-51D fighter on his first mission, 11/09/1944 until his last mission, 04/25/1945, a total of 52 combat missions. He encountered the German ME-109, the Fock-Wulff 190, and even the ME-262, the first operational jet aircraft, and never got a scratch.
He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Criss, the Air Medal with oak leaf cluster, and 3 battle stars, including Battle of the Bulge.
After the war he became an engineer for NACA, and transitioned to NASA as one of the original 32 engineers handpicked to man the Johnson Space Center in Houston. While there, he was part of the team that was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in recognition for successfully bringing safely home the endangered crew of Apollo 13.
He passed away in 2012, and after graveside devices with military honors, myself along with his younger brother (himself a retired Cold War B-52 pilot) were approached by members of a secret pilot's society to participate in their own remembrance ceremony. We were all given generous portions of Famous Grouse, faced the setting sun, and quietly saluted another downed pilot who has "gone west".
Here's to you, John my friend, a hero, an officer and a gentleman.
Capt. John B. Lee, USAAF, 20th Fighter Group, 79th Squadron, King's Cliffs Airfield, Northamptonshire, England, 1944-45.
At 20 years of age, he became a combat fighter pilot, field promoted to Captain before the age of 21. He flew the North American P-51D fighter on his first mission, 11/09/1944 until his last mission, 04/25/1945, a total of 52 combat missions. He encountered the German ME-109, the Fock-Wulff 190, and even the ME-262, the first operational jet aircraft, and never got a scratch.
He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Criss, the Air Medal with oak leaf cluster, and 3 battle stars, including Battle of the Bulge.
After the war he became an engineer for NACA, and transitioned to NASA as one of the original 32 engineers handpicked to man the Johnson Space Center in Houston. While there, he was part of the team that was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in recognition for successfully bringing safely home the endangered crew of Apollo 13.
He passed away in 2012, and after graveside devices with military honors, myself along with his younger brother (himself a retired Cold War B-52 pilot) were approached by members of a secret pilot's society to participate in their own remembrance ceremony. We were all given generous portions of Famous Grouse, faced the setting sun, and quietly saluted another downed pilot who has "gone west".
Here's to you, John my friend, a hero, an officer and a gentleman.
Came across this photo on the 'net; it was taken in a gold mine in Auraria, GA. The mines and town were abandoned at the start of California Gold Rush
This lot seem a bit too well dressed to be miners but plenty of pipes present.
This lot seem a bit too well dressed to be miners but plenty of pipes present.
Amazing the difference 3 weeks make. That’s our water for the next 4 months.
Resting last week after a hike up to the Cliffs of Moher.
My dogs. Chewwi the boxer on the left and Bairr the german shepherd in front
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