Unapproved Aerobatics. A Chilling Reminder. By Owen Zupp.

Owen Zupp - Monday, June 10, 2013



(A Cirrus SR-22. Image Source: Wiki)



The Fatal Roll.




 

 

This chilling animation is from YouTube and apparently produced by the Cirrus Owners and Pilots Association form flight data collected from the wreckage of a CR22. There is a lot of aviation content on the internet these days but this one carries a particularly relevant message for all pilots. Please watch this and then read on....

 

                               


 

The NTSB report relates that the two occupants aged 23 and 34 were killed attempting aerobatics in the Cirrus SR-22T. A witness reported seeing the aircraft pitch up from level flight to a 30-degree nose up attitude before rolling inverted, reversing the roll and then impacting the ground in a steep nose-down attitude.

Flying from the right-hand seat, the 34 year old commercially-rated pilot, had flown a series of steep turns, low passes and one roll at low-level that which he was able to successfully execute. The aircraft was not approved for aerobatics. At times this flight took the two occupants down to a height of only 40 feet above ground level.

This accident raises numerous points for discussion, but not judgement. I’m interested in your comments.

Please watch the animation one more time....

 

                               

 

 


                                                                 

Solo Flight. Australia. Day Thirteen. By Owen Zupp.

Owen Zupp - Sunday, June 09, 2013






Solo Flight. Australia.


Day Thirteen.






Today sees me visiting the HARS museum at Wollongong before heading back to Canberra for the postponed air-to-air photo shoot over the nation's capital.The full amazing story will be retold in my upcoming book, "Solo Flight".


After a fantastic day off with my family, it was back to the skies today.

The little Jabiru had rested the night in the hangar at Mittagong and was soon refuelled and ready to fly on its first short flight of today. A mere hop to the east, the flight was a terrific opportunity to see the rolling green hills of the Southern Highlands before sliding down the escarpment and onwards to the Illawarra Regional Airport at Wollongong. There I was met by Sandy Howard, a retired QANTAS 747 Captain who now flies everything from Tiger Moths to Super Constellations.


However, of particular interest today was his ‘middle of the field’ steed; the de Havilland Australia (DHA) Drover. This three-engined tailwheel transport aircraft of yesteryear bears real relevance to this solo flight. Firstly, the Drover was one of the aircraft used some years ago by the RFDS. Also, designed to meet the needs of the Australian outback, the Drover and the Jabiru share a proud Australian heritage and the opportunity to photograph them together was fantastic. The Drover is operated at Wollongong by the Historical Aircraft Restoration Society (HARS) and their hangar makes an aviation enthusiast like myself feel like a kid in a candy store.





With the photography completed, it was time for a one hour flight across more lush pastures on the way to Canberra. Approaching the nation’s capital, Lake George is not so lush anymore and the massive lake where I skipped rocks as a child is now virtually empty. Beyond lay some hills and the picturesque setting of Canberra, where I was met by ‘The Canberra Times’ and my great friends at ‘Australian Aviation’ magazine.


The team at ‘AA’ make writing for the magazine a truly enjoyable experience and the chance to catch up with them and have a chat was fantastic. Shortly afterwards I was airborne again, this time in company with a Nanchang ‘camera ship’ and Paul Sadler and his reliable lens pointing back at me. Although my eyes were firmly fixed on the Nanchang, the landmarks of Canberra passed beneath to provide a wonderful backdrop to the photo-shoot. Parliament House, Black Mountain Tower and the Australian War Memorial all live in very close quarters as we wheeled around overhead.


Photo session complete, Paul gave me the ‘thumbs up’ and he set course for Canberra, while I was cleared straight to Mittagong by the very accommodating Canberra Air Traffic Controllers. Once again I overflew Lake George and out to my right sat a sea of mammoth blades rotating in their endeavour of converting wind to power. The familiar journey north along the Hume Highway was a great chance to relax and enjoy what had been an eventful day. On landing at Mittagong, there were again a number of folks to greet me. Amongst their number was the Mayor of the Wingecarribee Shire who very generously presented me with a cheque for $500 to the RFDS.


Donations have now almost broken the $8,000 barrier and our sights are firmly on the $10,000 target. Please ‘chip in’ and bring our ultimate goal that bit closer. And don’t forget that the signed Ricky Ponting shirt only has a couple of days to run, so place a bid and help the RFDS.


Until tomorrow, stay safe.



Day fourteen of the flight will take me over very familiar territory. After some media engagements at my old home base, I will be off for a scenic flight around the beautiful city of Sydney. Make sure you check back here for more blogs in the coming days. Or subscribe to my newsletter for the ‘alert’. Thanks again and I'll see you all soon.


Cheers,

Owen.


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Solo Flight. Australia. Day Twelve. By Owen Zupp.

Owen Zupp - Tuesday, June 04, 2013






Solo Flight. Australia.


Day Twelve.






Today sees me head north towards the nation's capital, Canberra. However, the weather had a hand to deal on this occasion. The full amazing story will be retold in my upcoming book, "Solo Flight".


The anticipation of being home for a night or two definitely got the better of me last night and I was like a kid before Christmas. When the day dawned, the clear skies had given way to haze and a high overcast. Shepparton had proved a great port of call. The service at Gawne Aviation and the activity around the airfield reminded me what grass roots aviation is really about.

Folks were keen to chat about the flight and the Jabiru and lend a hand positioning her to start the engine. Shepparton had been a whistle stop overnight, but the hospitality of Steve at the Big 4 Parklands and everyone else that I met made the stay very enjoyable.

After take off I climbed overhead for one last look before setting course for Wangaratta and on to my first stop, Temora. The haze obscured much of the view for the first time on this trip, so I cut the corner and headed for Wagga Wagga. It was here that my father first learnt to fly before the RAAF took him on as a pilot and also where I was posted flying air freight 40 years after that. Temora lay only a little further north.

On arrival Steve Moxley was there to say "G'day" and film the Jabiru in action. Temora is also home to a spectacular aviation museum. (See Title Image) Here the aircraft are not showpieces, but living, breathing and flying examples of our history. Within the museum a display of the RAAF in Korea features images of my Dad's damaged fighter jet. The shop even had copies of my book, "Down to Earth".

I called the team at Canberra regarding the photo shoot, but the weather was drab and unsuitable. Nevertheless, at that stage it was still fine for flight, just not photography. As such I left Temora bound for Canberra. Unfortunately, as Yass approached, the cloud and visibility got lower while the hills got higher. Not a good combination in aviation. I reluctantly decided to divert directly to Goulburn where the skies seemed to be a bit lighter.

This was a difficult but prudent decision and that is what safe flying is all about. My friends at 'The Canberra Times' were very understanding and I still plan to  visit Canberra later this week. Safely on the ground at Goulburn, I regrouped and reorganised my charts. I wiped off the swarm of splattered bugs that had reappeared and wandered around Goulburn Airport, taking some photos.

When I started the engine this time I knew it was taking me home for a few nights and I couldn't wait! The cloud in the west was hurrying the end of daylight as I prepared to land at Mittagong. I was amazed to see around 40 cars parked at the airfield. Family, friends and media had gathered, but my gorgeous wife and kids were the highlight with a big 'Welcome Home Daddy' sign. Amidst the throng, over $2,000 dollars was raised for the RFDS today. Thank you to you all for your generosity. In all the excitement I had to remind myself that the flight is not yet over, but then this was not just another night on the road. For the moment, I was home.

The next few days will see a combination of rest days and flights to the likes of Sydney, Wollongong and hopefully Canberra. On Friday the journey will continue northward to the ultimate finish line; Bundaberg on Sunday May 23rd.

It's been a special day, but there's more to come.

Cheers for now,



Day thirteen will see me visiting the HARS museum at Wollongong before heading back to Canberra for the postponed air-to-air photo shoot. Make sure you check back here for more blogs in the coming days. Or subscribe to my newsletter for the ‘alert’. Thanks again and I'll see you all soon.


Cheers,

Owen.


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Solo Flight. Australia. Day Eleven. By Owen Zupp.

Owen Zupp - Friday, May 31, 2013






Solo Flight. Australia.


Day Eleven.






Today sees me head north to the Australian mainland. I will visit Point Cook, the spiritual home of the RAAF and have a chat with the guys from PCDU before passing the site of Australia's first powered flight. The full amazing story will be retold in my upcoming book, "Solo Flight".


The morning in Launceston dawned crisp, clear and cold....but without the forecast fog. I caught a cab out to the airport and made my way through the RFDS facility to where the Jabiru awaited. On the way across the tarmac I passed the RFDS Beech Super King Air at the ready as the hangar awaited the Open Day that was soon to get underway. Not far away stood the original 'Holyman's' hangar. A
pioneer of the Australian airline industry, Holyman's ultimately grew into the great 'Australian National Airways' or A.N.A., before merging with Ansett in 1957.
 
In the present tense, I wiped down the Jabiru which had become covered in dew overnight. I chatted with a kindly local chopper pilot and he pointed out some tricks of the trade for my flight to Point Cook. The daily ritual was then interrupted briefly to chat with Macca on the ABC about the flight around Australia so far and update him on the weather in Launceston. Formalities complete, I started the Jabiru and I set about departing, once the fog cleared on the inside of my windscreen.
 
I taxied to the far end of the airport and while it offered more runway than I necessarily needed, it gave the engine the opportunity to warm up nicely. Airborne and in the left turn after take-off, the Jetstar A320 called inbound to Launceston and it was crewed by none other than my old mate 'Vern'. (...not his real name, but that's a very long story) Vern and I had been junior instructors together at the Royal Aero Club of NSW and have been mates ever since. In fact, we're the godparents of each others kids. Now here we were passing each other in the Tamar Valley with a closing speed of over 500/kmh...... the majority of that speed can be credited to the A320.
 
Beyond the Batman Bridge, I followed the coastline and then began island hopping to the mainland via Flinders Island. Overcast conditions over the northern reaches of Bass Strait had me fly down to 2,500 over water. Not ideal, but the trusty Jabiru didn't let me down as Wilson's Promontory appeared ahead. Back over land with my feet still dry, I made my way across to Frankston over more rich green fields that would not look out of place on a postcard from Ireland. From Frankston it was coastal tracking around Port Phillip Bay. Melbourne was still trapped in the haze that follows a fog, but fortunately my destination was clear.
 
Point Cook airfield passed beneath the nose of the Jabiru and I followed an aircraft flying circuits to land into the South. I was met by Tom, the Airport Manager who gave me the prime parking spot at the base of the Control Tower. From there we visited the parade ground and  stood on the spot where my father received his wings nearly sixty years ago. It was a moving moment for me as I know how significant that event was in his life. From a humble, rural upbringing, aviation afforded him a life of which he had never dreamed of as a boy.
 
RAAF Museum Director, David Gardiner OAM, then showed me around the various sections of the Museum. From the construction of Bristol Boxkite replica to the meticulous restoration of a combat veteran 'Mosquito', air force history was everywhere. From there we toured the Museum and the display hangar and at every turn there seemed to be something to fascinate me. I will definitely be coming back to Point Cook when time is not an issue, but today, the sun was starting to getting low on the horizon.
 
There was time for a chat with the podcast team from 'Plane Crazy Down Under' and some photos with folks that  had kindly come out to see me. Then it was time to bid farewell and head for Shepparton. This short flight skipped past the sites of Houdini and Duigan's significant 'first flights'. Even today, the area is rich with airfields and the scent of aviation.
 
Arriving at Shepparton the local paper was there to meet me, but there was still the post flight duties to attend to. Amazingly, I must have hit every insect between Point Cook and Shepparton as there were a lot to wipe off before the day was done.

'Til tomorrow, keep safe.
 



Day twelve will reunite me with some familiar terrain as I head north from Victoria towards the nation's capital of Canberra. Make sure you check back here for more blogs in the coming days. Or subscribe to my newsletter for the ‘alert’. Thanks again and I'll see you all soon.


Cheers,

Owen.


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Solo Flight. Australia. Day Ten. By Owen Zupp.

Owen Zupp - Tuesday, May 28, 2013






Solo Flight. Australia.


Day Ten.






Today I bid Adelaide adieu. I will revisit the home of my old airline, Ansett Australia before crossing the chilly waters of Bass Strait on my way to Tasmania; the island state. The full amazing story will be retold in my upcoming book, "Solo Flight".


From the heat of Darwin only a week ago, the Jabiru woke to find a coating of frost upon its wings and windscreen as the dawn broke at Adelaide's Parafield Airport. A clear morning had the temperatures way down in the single digits as I untied the aircraft for the days flying. ABC Radio in Adelaide started early as my phone chimed in at just after 6am with a quick interview and run down of the flight's progress thus far Once completed, I strapped in, warmed the engine and
readied to set course for the border.


Rich green hills and pastures radiated from the mighty Murray River as I worked my way towards the Victorian border and my first goal of Hamilton. The home of the once great airline Ansett, Hamilton is the site where the airline began as a  road-based transport business under the guidance of Reg Ansett. Today, a Fokker Universal aircraft sits in the original hangar, which has been re-located in town and houses museum pieces and memorabilia. I managed to get a lift into town and see the museum first hand. It was a trip down memory lane, though it's also a touch scary when your old uniform is considered a relic.


After this flying visit, it was time to don the life jacket again and take my solo flight to Tasmania. From Hamilton I tracked to Cape Otway and levelled the little Jabiru out at 7,500 feet for the trip across Bass Strait. As I bid the mainland farewell and set course for King Island, the view was stifled by some cloud building up ahead. Nevertheless, right on time King Island slid by below and I couldn't help but think of the legendary produce that comes from this little island and finds its way all around the nation. The island is almost picture-book in its beauty of emerald rolling hills and dramatic shorelines. From King Island, some more water and smaller islands were traversed until I made landfall near Smithton.


From there it was a left turn and a waltz along the top edge of Tasmania past Wynyard, Burnie and Devonport.  The coastline provided a wealth of lush green fields, to the backdrop of rising ranges to the distant south. Large vessels were at dock in the ports to the right, while the sea rolled on unbridled to my left. Soon the Tamar Valley loomed offering a hallway of blues and greens enroute to my destination. Ahead lay Launceston and my home for the night. The friendly air traffic controllers cleared me to miles out from the airport as little else was in the sky at the time.


Clear of the runway, the daily ritual of fuel, food and rest was set to begin. However, not before a visit to the local Aero Club and the good people at the RFDS. Then it was time for some chicken with King Island cheese. Tomorrow, I head north for the mainland and begin to inch closer to my ultimate destination of Bundaberg.


Cheers


Day eleven will see me head north to the Australian mainland. I will visit Point Cook, the spiritual home of the RAAF and have a chat with the guys from PCDU. Make sure you check back here for the next blog in the coming days. Or subscribe to my newsletter for the ‘alert’. Thanks again and I'll see you all soon.


Cheers,

Owen.


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Solo Flight. Australia. Day Nine. By Owen Zupp.

Owen Zupp - Sunday, May 26, 2013






Solo Flight. Australia.


Day Nine.






Today revisits my flight across the Spencer Gulf to the Yorke Peninsula and beyond to revisit two historic aviators. I will call Adelaide home for the night; the capital of South Australia and the location of a fighter jet with a personal connection. The full amazing story will be retold in my upcoming book, "Solo Flight".


A great evening was had with the good folks of the Lions and RFDS at Port Lincoln. A homestyle BBQ and good conversation provided me with a wonderful night before retiring to my cabin nearby at the Port Lincoln Caravan Park. And I slept very deeply once again.
 
Another clear morning greeted me and I wasted very little time in readying the Jabiru. I rugged up in a 'flotation jacket' with a 'life jacket' over the top as the first leg would see me cross the Spencer Gulf. Once airborne, I climbed to a safe altitude of 6,500 feet over Port Lincoln before bidding farewell to the Eyre Peninsula and island hopping across the Gulf. From my elevated vantage point I could see the lie of the land wonderfully and the waters ahead. It was not long before I had skipped over Thistle Island and beyond Wedge Island to cross the coast of the Yorke Peninsula.
 
From there it was a simple left turn and onto Minlaton. This small town is home to the pioneering aviator, Harry Butler. A winner of the Air Force Cross in World War One, Harry brought aviation home with him after the Armistice. He captured the imagination with his mail flight from Adeliade to Minlaton, which saw him cross the Gulf with inflated tyre tubes for a life jacket. He became synonymous with his little scarlet Bristol monoplane, the 'Red Devil'. Now, 90 years later I am standing in a glass display room that proudly houses that very aeroplane. The history is so tangible as I stand beside the little aircraft and clamber atop a ladder to peer into the cramped cockpit. The challenges Harry would have faced so typifies the pioneering spirit of aviation in Australia.
 
I was treated to a lovely lunch that was accompanied by a musical ballad recently written about Captain Harry Butler.  In such a fine setting, surrounded by citizens, councilors and descendants of the pioneer it was easy to lose track of time. Although I did have schedule to keep, the people of Minlaton could not let me go before they had 'passed the hat' for the RFDS. Thank you so much for your generosity.
 
It was to be a day of great aviators as I next set course along the Yorke Peninsula to overfly the childhood homestead of Sir Hubert Wilkins. A man of many talents, Wilkins is often overlooked in Australian history. A decorated wartime photographer, arctic explorer, aviator and submariner. In fact, before Kingsford Smith, Wilkins was the owner of the Fokker Tri-Motor which flew into folklore as the Southern Cross. Sometimes forgotten, Wilkins was revered in the US for his exploits, such that on his death an American submarine was tasked navigate to the North Pole, surface and spread the great man's ashes. Yet as I circle over his humble homestead in rural South Australia, the polar caps are literally a world away.
 
After a silent tribute, I wind my way back to Adelaide over the quilt-like agriculture reaching as far as the eye can see. Occasionally broken by an elevated range or a settlement, the patchwork seemingly blankets this entire region until I rejoin the coast once more. Cruising to Outer Harbour, RAAF Base Edinburgh sits out to my left and Adelaide, the city of churches, is just off the nose. Once again the ritual is followed and the Jabiru touches down, taxies in and is tied down for the night. I was met there by Bas Scheffers of 'OzRunways' fame and an old twin-jet sitting quietly near the airfield perimeter. Remarkably it was a Gloster Meteor jet and furthermore, one that my father had flown half a century before.

For me, I get to enjoy a meal with Kirrily's cousins before returning to Parafield where the team at Flight Training Adelaide have kindly provided my lodgings for the night. Undoubtedly it will be another restful night on the back of a big day. Yet perhaps amongst those dreams will be glimpses of polar caps and 'Red Devils'. I for one will not be disappointed if that is the case.
 
Goodnight.



Day ten will bid Adelaide adieu. I will revisit the home of my old airline, Ansett Australia before crossing the chilly waters of Bass Strait on my way to Tasmania; the island state. Make sure you check back here for the next blog in the coming days. Or subscribe to my newsletter for the ‘alert’. Thanks again and I'll see you all soon.


Cheers,

Owen.


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Solo Flight. Australia. Day Seven. By Owen Zupp.

Owen Zupp - Tuesday, May 21, 2013






Solo Flight. Australia.


Day Seven.






Today revisits my flight into Australia's centre to the remote township of Forrest. There is such raw beauty to be found in this rich outback. For the full amazing story contact me about the upcoming book, "Solo Flight".


After a fantastic rest day in Perth, it was time to take to the skies again.

But first I had to bid farewell to my wonderful wife who had flown over for our wedding anniversary and then there was also a very important media interview with 2GB's Alan Jones.It was fantastic to receive support for the flight and the RFDS from someone of the calibre of Alan Jones. My thanks go to Alan and the 2GB network.

For the first time on this trip, the morning sun was in my face and it was apparent that the eastbound journey had begun. As the hills, ridges and reservoirs to the east of Perth merged into a more consistent plateau, the greens began to give way to earthy reds and yellows. Overflying airfields at York and Southern Cross, my tailwinds had now swung to a crosswind of around 60 kmh. All the while Kalgoorlie grew closer and tell-tale mines and mounds began to appear in the distance.

On arrival at the famous mining town I was met by a local aviation enthusiast and the staff of the RFDS. This wonderful base consists of a modern facility beside a rather historic hangar. After fuel and food, the cavernous mine was flown by on departure and a course was set that was to parallel the road and rail for the next 3 hours. Despite all the equipment and training, the simplest navigation sat just outside my window. And so the rail line continued into the vast expanse of the Nullarbor.

The endless horizon is far from featureless, but it is almost overwhelming in its infinite nature. Yet there is also something very relaxing about scenery that reaches beyond the eye's focus. Apart from the occasional vehicle or train, the scene defined isolation and one cannot help but admire the original explorers and pioneers.

An oasis then loomed on the ahead in the form if Forrest with its newly painted runway and sizeable hangar. My home for the night is a cottage and dinner at the main homestead is nearly ready.

Until tomorrow, keep safe.




Day eight will take me to Australia's dramatic southern coastline and its breathtaking cliff-faces and onto the Eyre Peninsula. These beautiful waters are a far cry from today's red centre. Make sure you check back here for the next blog in the coming days. Or subscribe to my newsletter for the ‘alert’. Thanks again and I'll see you all soon.


Cheers,

Owen.


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Solo Flight. Australia. Day Six. By Owen Zupp.

Owen Zupp - Sunday, May 19, 2013






Solo Flight. Australia.


Day Six.






Today revisits my flight along the Western Australian coast to the state's capital, Perth. From the ghost towns to cities, this day showcased the broad spectrum of Australian habitation. For the full amazing story contact me about the upcoming book, "Solo Flight".


With each passing day there seems to be more and more fascinating detail to relate about my flight thus far. In fact, there is enough material for a book!
 
Murchison Station was a tremendous place to stay for the night. Remote, peaceful and rustic. History literally eminated from the convict built walls of my shearer's quarters. A little further up the track were the headstones of the two aviator's killed on Australia's inaugural scheduled air service. The vision of Norman Brearley came to a tragic end only metres from where I now stood when the Bristol aircraft plunged to earth killing both crew on board. A pilot later employed by Brearley was Charles Kingsford Smith, who some time later was forced to land in the area due to weather. In the rain, he borrowed a horse and rode 8 miles to visit the graves at Murchison. The ladies of the station would talk for decades of when 'Smithy' came to visit.
 
From aircraft of history to those of today, as I have travelled the top end my 'aircraft of employment past' have popped up everywhere from Kununurra to Broome and Geraldton. The same old machines with just a change of clothes to a more contemporary style. Each time I wander up, look in the window and think how I had sat there so many years ago and how much life has changed since. Today at Geraldton, there was a single-engined trainer in which I had undertaken my first lessons in flying at night. As I cupped my hands against the perspex and peered inside, I also thought of my late father as he had also sat there, instructing me in the craft of flight.
 
The winds at Kalbarri continued to blow as I worked my way southward to Geraldton for a refuelling stop. Beyond was another run down the coast, cutting inland to avoid those blocks of airspace north of Perth where tomorrow's military aviators are trained. Out to my left the beautiful city on the Swan River slipped by as a formation of RAAF PC-9s wheeled past Freemantle. Soon I was approaching to land at Jandakot and this is one airfield that seems to be as busy as it ever was. Taxiing in, I could see a very special person waving from behind the barriers; my wife Kirrily. A great surprise and particularly appropriate as today is our wedding anniversary.

I parked at the wonderful Royal Aero Club of Western Australia (RACWA). The demise of the Royal Aero Club of NSW has left a void that has never  been filled. They were great times. The maintenance team at the RACWA wasted no time in giving the trusty Jabiru a 'once over'. Oil and filter change, check the tyre pressures and so on, in preparation of the return trip eastbound. While this took place, I was shown over the substantial Flying Doctor base at Jandakot. With a great team and fantastic equipment, the RFDS here provides an amazing service to the citizens of Western Australia and reinforces why this is such a worthy cause for this solo flight to support.
 
Tomorrow is a rest day for both me and the Jabiru, yet there will be further planning, and events to report on. So maybe there won't be that much 'rest' after all. Check back tomorrow and find out.



Day seven will take me into Australia's centre to the remote town of Forrest. There is such raw beauty to be found in this rich outback. Make sure you check back here for the next blog in the coming days. Or subscribe to my newsletter for the ‘alert’. Thanks again and I'll see you all soon.


Cheers,

Owen.


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Solo Flight Australia. The Route. By Owen Zupp.

Owen Zupp - Sunday, May 05, 2013




Solo Flight Australia.



The Route.


The map above outlines the route that was planned for my solo flight around Australia.This best laid plans were altered slightly along the way as nature and other powers placed obstacles in the way.


To learn more about this fascinating journey, follow this blog series. For the inside story, captivating photographs and so much more, the new book about this amazing solo flight is not far away.

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