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October 31, 2012
Below, Idaho rock tickles the radar altimeter briefly and then, nothing. Yeah, I see you down there...
Flight Level 390: Where there is smoke...
I briefly considered having the co-pilot fly the approach. He has 20/15 vision, can read in the dark, and is an excellent young aviator. I am always a little nervous around granite, though, which would probably lead to micro-management.
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Yeah, particularly those big puffy cumulogranite tops when AGL is elevated.
Posted by: Peccable at October 31, 2012 3:11 PM
Thankfully the one time I fully and completely screwed up an instrument approach I was in coastal Florida and I got away with it. I confused the point where I joined the NDB approach course with the point where I was supposed to begin the descent to minimum altitude. It was only a coincidence I had just passed the only obstacle taller than the 400 feet above ground level I could have run into. You don't get to do that around the mountains more than once in a life. It still makes my knees start shaking when I think about what could have happened.
Posted by: Scott M at November 1, 2012 3:26 AM