Saturday, June 25, 2022

A Week Down East | Part 5, Reconnections

The Michigan-Maine Connection

After participating in several multi-family house rental scenarios over the years, I have noticed that the final morning of every vacation has a particular feel about it. While there is wistful regret for departure, it is always comingled with ready anticipation for returning home. On flying trips, my primary focus turns to confirmatory flight planning and safe navigation of weather for the day.

Our final morning in Boothbay Harbor was no different, characterized by the usual scramble of repacking, cleaning the house, and sweeping each room for items left behind. (This exercise rescued one of The Bear’s socks from being lost forever.) We bid a temporary farewell to Mark, Dena, and Izzy and made the journey back to Brunswick down US-1 for the last time.

Alex and me sitting under a blue awning at Wild Oats. Photo by Kristy.

We met Alex for breakfast at Wild Oats, sitting outside on a beautiful -- but rapidly warming -- Maine morning. Alex and I have known each other since Junior High and remained friends through High School and college. The last time I saw him was on our previous visit to Brunswick in 2015 when he hosted us for a fun evening of delicious home-cooked whole lobsters. Unlike the whole lobsters, Alex did not need to teach us how to eat our breakfast paninis! It was great to see him again and catch up.

Callsign: Crossbow

Date Aircraft Route of Flight Time (hrs) Total (hrs)
25 June 2022 N21481 BXM (Brunswick, ME) - LCI (Laconia, NH) - SDC (Sodus, NY) 3.6 2468.7

Good VFR weather was forecast to dominate the day and our preparations to depart Brunswick Executive were made with minimal fanfare. Since we took on fuel a week earlier, Brunswick bought a new load and the price ballooned by $2/gallon to $8.15. As happens so frequently, I was thankful for the fortuitous combination of dumb luck and good timing.


A V-22 Osprey was practicing pattern work at Brunswick Executive as we taxied from parking to the runway. The novel hybrid vertical take-off and landing (VTOL) aircraft features twin rotors mounted on rotating wingtip pods that allow the Osprey to launch and hover like a helicopter or cruise like an airplane. I saw its experimental progenitor on display at the National Museum of the USAF in May.


I had never actually seen an Osprey in flight before. This one had a callsign of Crossbow-31, which absolutely delighted my aviation geek soul.


In addition to the Osprey, there were other aircraft arriving and departing Brunswick. Crossbow-31  observed us waiting to depart and kindly extended his pattern so that we could launch. Thanks!

The Osprey won't win any beauty pageants, but it is a highly functional aircraft with unique capability. On flight following with Portland Approach that morning, we heard multiple other Crossbow callsigns working around various airports in the area. It was the day of the Osprey!

Summer In Laconia

"Cherokee Four Eight One, we'll hold on to you all the way to Laconia." This from Portland Approach. While not overly endowed with local knowledge, I have flown into Laconia enough over the years to know that Boston Approach manages radar services there. This was the kind of information that ATC tends to share with local pilots expecting a handoff to another controller. I always appreciate being treated like a competent local when far from home.

Lake Winnipesaukee

We have landed at Laconia, NH many times since 2008, but starting in 2015 I have only visited the facility in winter. Situated on the frozen edge of Lake Winnipesaukee, Laconia makes for an ideal fuel stop after visits to the uniquely ephemeral Alton Bay Ice Runway (B18). As a result, it was unusual to find the massive lake existing in a liquid state and even more unusual to arrive there from the east.

Maneuvering for the pattern at Laconia.

Laconia's traffic pattern was crowded with students from the active flight school on the field. To my annoyance, the instructor aboard an Archer directly ahead of us on downwind chose to extend his pattern by a couple of miles. Rather than turn where I normally would and effectively cut them off in the pattern, I felt obligated to follow their circuitous route to the runway. This unfortunately led us between a pair of hilltops with houses on them. I questioned the judgement of an instructor that not only chose to disrupt traffic at a busy airport, but did so in a manner inconsiderate of nearby residents.

Warrior 481 on the ground at Laconia. Strange to see the place without any snow and ice.

Photo by a member of the line crew.

Similar to Alex, I have known Ann since Junior High School. In fact, the three of us were in many of the same classes during those years. I became good friends with Ann in High School and that friendship carried on to the Honors Program in college where we both met Kristy. A professor at Plymouth State University in central New Hampshire, we had not seen Ann since a post-Thanksgiving 2018 lunch stop in our mutual home town. We enjoyed another very overdue catch up over lunch.

Ongoing Osprey Action

When we returned to the Laconia Airport after lunch, members of the line crew were standing on the ramp excitedly taking photographs. The reason became obvious soon enough. There was yet another Osprey practicing at Laconia, another VTOL ship bearing the Crossbow callsign.


"Is it unusual to see those here?" I asked one of the line crew. He nodded emphatically in response.


Despite it being a very hot day, distortions from hot turbine exhaust were still visible in the Osprey's wake as it climbed away from Laconia.


As the Osprey practiced, I took on fuel from the Sky Bright pump on the main ramp. In all my years of visiting Laconia, it was the first time that Emerson's distant self-serve pump on the far north end of the airport was not the best deal on the field. Then again, at $7.00/gal, "good deals" have become a very relative concept.

Pauguas and Opechee Bays on Lake Winnipesaukee and Lake Winnisquam seen on departure.

Mount Ascutney on the Vermont border.

The Bear deeply engrossed in a book.

Overflying Becks Grove demonstrated how the airport really is just a notch in the trees.

Reflection

I always enjoy these trips. Our airplane gives us a fantastic superpower, the ability to leap easily from Rochester to destinations that would otherwise require an extensive drive time. 

Going back to my objectives for the trip, what did we accomplish?
  • Escape? Check. We left Rochester behind and immersed ourselves in a completely different place. I love being near the sea. We enjoyed a lot of fresh seafood and good times with our friends.
  • Exploration? Check. We were able to survey much of the Maine coastline from Brunswick to Eastport, adding a new easternmost point of landing. We learned about puffins, saw some beautiful lighthouses, sampled some excellent local Maine brews, and began creating a baseline on the collegiate experience for The Bear. 
  • Reconnection? Check. It was not only wonderful to see Alex and Ann after so many years, but also good to catch up with Tom and Alicia even though I see them more frequently. Especially with friends that I have not seen in a few years, I always marvel at how easily these lapsed conversations can simply resume and flow. These situations always reinforce for me why we became friends in the first place.
  • Exercising a technical skill? Check. I would not do this if I found the planning onerous. I genuinely enjoy it and no flight is ever the same. Planning and executing an IFR flight in actual conditions on the outbound leg definitely helped keep my pilot brain exercised.
  • Absorbing the beauty of our world? Check. I am quite smitten with the dramatic Maine coastline.
  • Handily beating the drive time? Check. That's just a given with these types of flights to this geography.

Friday, June 24, 2022

A Week Down East | Part 4, Snapshots from Boothbay Harbor and Beyond

No flying in this installment, just a collection of scenes from Boothbay Harbor and other locations explored during our vacation along the Maine coast.

Boothbay Harbor, Our Home for the Week

Looking north of the footbridge.

The active portion of Boothbay Harbor south of the footbridge.

The Tugboat Inn.











Schooner Isaac H. Evans.

Boathouse Bistro - where we dined on the upper level (in the wind) on our first evening.


Repeat visits were made to the Downeast Ice Cream Factory; one of the fundamental traps in staying within easy walking distance.


Kristy suggested to The Bear that the name of this establishment was "1100 Seagulls". Diligent Latin scholar that she is, this joke nonetheless went right over her head.


Aaaaaand...then she got it!

Dusk at the Bristol Shipyard and the Isaac H. Evans.

Rainy Day Brewery


We met Tom and Alicia from the WFC at Boothbay Craft Brewing on Sunday, June 19th. (No group picture was taken; total group selfie fail.) With cold drizzle lasting for hours, it was the only day of truly poor weather that we experienced all week.


The rustic interior was cozy and inviting on a damp day. I had a delicious brown ale and everyone enjoyed their pizzas. 


The warm fireplace was a perfect companion on a dreary day.

Ivory Towers

With Izzy beginning to visit colleges, Dena and Mark used some of the time in Maine to visit a few small, well regarded liberal arts schools. We we went along to give The Bear something of a collegiate baseline.


Steve, my friend and mentor of many years, received his Bachelor's at Bates College. Steve is largely responsible for me joining my current employer back in 2005 and also piped for my mother's funeral. We sent him this picture in front of what we assumed to be a distinctive landmark to see if he could guess the location. He did!


My dear friend Zema (codename: CryoGirl), physicist extraordinaire, earned her Bachelor's degree at our next stop, Bowdoin College. Her delighted response to this photo was, "Camp Bobo!"

Return To Brunswick Landing


Wild Oats adjacent to the Brunswick Airport was so good that we dragged Mark, Dena, and Izzy there. This time we sampled the baked goods and tried some more unusual beverages. Wins on both counts.


Across the street from Wild Oats is a small airpark showcasing a P3 Orion turboprop sub hunter of the type based there when the facility was still a Naval Air Station.



For an aircraft displayed outdoors, the P3 was in excellent condition.



I learned that the distinctive "stinger" tail (MAD boom) was used to find submerged subs using magnetic anomaly detection. The boom is necessary to get the MAD probe away from any airframe interferences.

Ya Got Moxie, Kid!


Passing through Wiscasset while actively debating a dinner plan, we noticed that Red's was open with no waiting. It was the first time we had ever seen that.


So we pounced on the opportunity.


Like a true "Mainah", I had my lobster roll with Moxie. We decided that Moxie was flavored like a blend of root beer and Dr. Pepper. The lobster roll was delicious and the lobster plentiful, though Dena's was piled even higher than the one pictured. Was it the best example of its kind in the state? Who knows? The control experiment was not realistic to perform. But I can say that it was very good.

Buzzsaws in Brunswick

The Bear wanted to do an escape room in celebration of her birthday. We did The Attic at Escape Room Brunswick.



I will give Izzy and The Bear lots of credit. While we all contributed, the two of them ripped through the various puzzles like two little teenaged buzzsaws. The room was very well done and everyone had fun. And we solved the room with nearly eighteen minutes remaining.

Project Puffin Follow-Up


We visited the Project Puffin Visitor Center in Rockland. While the movie about the history of the project was very interesting, the center was disappointingly small. We learned that trolls could fit into puffin burrows, however. So that was new information.

Rockland Harbor Pier

When we flew over the breakwater earlier in the week, I woefully underestimated its length to be about a half mile long.


It is actually 4,300 feet (0.8 miles) long. Construction of the breakwater consumed eighteen years, $750,000, and 732,277 tons of granite by the time it was completed in 1899. The lighthouse on the end of the pier was built in 1902.


From the excellent tutelage on seabirds received from Arden on our puffin cruise, I identified these as cormorants. See? I do learn things on these trips.


This was no easy-strolling solid concrete pier. It was made of large granite boulders that fit somewhat reasonably well together, but with large gaps in between them. We had to be very aware of where we placed our feet. Dena and Kristy sat this one out.




Instrument rated pilots: does this image remind anyone of the charted depiction of a localizer? Or is that just me? My CDI is centered.


Rockland Breakwater Lighthouse.

Putting Around

A round of miniature golf was a must.

Camden


We made a brief visit to Camden at the end of one day, sipping lemonade harborside and marveling at the many ships there.


The Lewis R. French is another designated historic landmark. Constructed in 1871, the two masted schooner is the oldest known example of its kind in the USA.

Something about the architecture of this Camden barber shop hurts my brain.

Not an Internet Troll


Finally. I'm not sure which is scarier, the fact that that sneaky troll found our rental house in Boothbay Harbor or the fact that this trap door in the foundation wall appears to be braced in such a way as to keep something inside rather than keeping anything or anyone out.

Either way, we had a great, relaxing week in Maine in our strange little house across from the Bristol Shipyard in Boothbay Harbor. I would happily do it all again.