Flying Is Basic Transportation to Alaskans

In Inside the Sky, Langewiesche (son of the author of Stick and Rudder) explores the art and craft of flight in first person from the left seat, the view, aviation history, banking, accidents, weather, the FAA, and the tower. “Flying at its best is a way of thinking,” he writes. “Because of that, once having left the earth’s surface, people never again quite return to it.”

On banking, he illustrates an integral movement of flight by using analogies anyone can understand

The bank is a condition of tilted wings, and the turn is the change in the direction which results. The connection between the two is inexorable: The airplane must bank to turn, and when it is banked it must turn…The miraculous part of the maneuver is that the turn has an important balancing effect on the bank that causes it. The same effect, in cruder form, steadies cars on banked roadways, and bobsleds on the vertical walls of icy tracks. The difference in airplanes is that as the bank angle increases, the turn also quickens and by doing so automatically delivers a balance that is perfect. Bicycles react similarly: When they start to topple, they turn and thereby keep themselves up. Airplanes are even steadier. They operate in three-dimensional space and do not rely on tires to keep from sliding to the side They will never capsize no matter how steeply they are banked.

On aviation history

The first detailed account of the Wrights’ success appeared not in the New York Times or the Scientific American, but in Gleanings in Bee Culture, a little magazine for beekeepers published in Medina, Ohio.

I immediately cut-and-pasted that into an email to Laurie King, saying “Perhaps Holmes subscribes?”

On the crash of a Boeing 747 one night in Bombay

I refuse to turn away from the thought that the airplane’s lights illuminated the ocean’s surface at the last instant that the surface appeared to surge at the airplane from somewhere above, and that the flight engineer flinched as the water exploded through the cockpit. It does not help to be polite about these details. The tangible consequence of any serious failure in flight can be just such an unstoppable insider’s view.

I think all good pilots are unflinching realists.

Langiwiesche the pilot tests his skills by flying through storms. On purpose.

The secret of good storm flying is to stay low, in slow and vulnerable airplanes, and to resist the pursuit of performance. By the standards of practical transportation, therefore, it is an artificial problem. Mother weather lies within the first 20,000 feet of the ground, where gravity compresses the atmospheric mass into a dense soup, and above which the airlines for economic reasons as well as safety and comfort must climb and cruise. Engineers have designed away the storms, leaving professional pilots to fret about the kind of unimportant turbulence that startles their most anxious passengers.

That is the allure of storm flying. There is no graduation from the experience, only an end to each flight. The techniques we practice involve a certain calmness under pressure.

Good for Langewiesche (and Sullenberger, who spent his off-time flying gliders). I’m happy at 39,000 feet, myself, at least in the big planes where I don’t know the pilots.

He gives us a vest-pocket history of meteorology

Pity the forecasters. Of all the sciences, theirs is the most public. Here is a short version of its evolution. Emergence from the sea came first, followed by speech, followed by talk about the weather. Then came sacrificial rites, followed by the idea that peasants might pay a tithe to priests to keep the sky in order. Aristotle…wrote Meteorologica, the first unified weather theory, around 340 BC. Two thousand years later Rene Descartes doubted his methods and applied new rigor to the ignoring of God…Credit Galileo with the thermometer, his student Torricelli with the barometer, and French intellectuals in general with the discovery that atmospheric pressure rises and falls with weather and altitude. Acknowledge various Europeans for their wind and humidity instruments, for their discoveries in physics, then jump to the mid-1800s, to places like Ohio, where the telegraph suddenly allowed news about the weather to travel faster than the weather itself.

National governments now set up weather services to collect observations and issue forecasts. At last a modern relationship could develop between the weather wizards and the public they served. It was a terrible shock…

I am reminded of Doris Kearns Godwin’s Team of Rivals, where Lincoln has hired all the men who ran against him for office, all of whom are doing their level best to stick it to him in one way or another. He would have been well justified in blasting the hair back on any or all of them, but the only man in his administration he looses his temper with is…the Army meteorologist.

In chapter 6, “Slam and Jam,” he writes about air traffic controllers, and is alarming and reassuring by turns

On a mechanical level, the most pressing issue that controllers face is a surge in air traffic without a commensurate expansion of runway availability.”

but then concludes

The resulting complications are measure in wasted fuel, money, and time — but not in lives lost or even in levels of danger.

Reassuring. Inside the Sky ends with a chapter on the 1996 Valujet crash in Florida, a calm examination of the cascading series of errors that cause it. The law of unintended consequences rules.

In conclusion, Langewiesche writes

Flight’s greatest gift is to let us look around, and when we do we discover that the world is larger than we have been told and that our wings have helped to make it so.

I’m an Alaskan, born and bred. I like to say I was on a plane before I was in a car, which is an exaggeration but not by much. Flying is basic transportation to Alaskans. I was raised in Seldovia, a tiny village on the south shore of Kachemak Bay. There is no road.

This forced familiarity with flight can lead non-pilots to regard small planes as nothing more than taxies. This book shows us otherwise.


Alert readers will recognize Langewiesche’s name from the acknowledgements page of Blindfold Game. His The Outlaw Sea greatly informed the plot of my novel.

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Classroom

[from the stabenow.com vaults, first posted February 10, 2004]

A boarding at first light, of 123-foot longliner fishing for Pacific cod. “This is the only place in the world you’d call that a small boat,” says XO Phil Thorne. “In any other fishery it would be illegal.” The swells were only five feet and the wind only 15, but people in Anchorage will understand when I tell them I thought I was in Portage–it was snowing hard and horizontally. We brought the boat and boat crew back on board while we waited for the boarding team to finish their inspection. One of Chief Jamison’s galley slaves, Dom Gallegos, went on his first boarding, and he was grinning all over his face the next time I saw him. The XO says we’ll put extra members on the boarding team as a matter of training. With half the boat rotating off in the next six months, the Alex Haley will need a cadre of qualified crew to train the newbies.

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I’ve told you that the Alex Haley is a combination 911, OSHA and the cop on the beat for the Bering Sea. It is also a classroom. Someone is always being trained, on the bridge, on the flight deck, in damage control, in fire control, you name it. The corpsman is being trained as an HCO, or helo communications officer, and while he’s in training two other crew members are watching him to prepare to train as HCOs in their turn.

Opportunity is everywhere; you’re not going to be bored on board the Alex Haley unless you want to be. Take PO Crowe, who the first time I saw him was standing watch on the bridge. The next time I saw him he was LSO or Landing Signals Officer on the hangar deck, landing the helo. The next time I saw him he was a fireman responding to the engine room fire drill. The next time I saw him he was dressed out in a dry suit fixing to lead a boarding team over to a fishing vessel for a safety inspection. He’s been in the CG 16 years and he’s either twins or he never sleeps.

Seaman Dyer, on the other hand, has three months time served in the CG. He started this patrol getting qualified on the .50-caliber machine gun, has his name in with Ltjg. Nolan to become qualified as a boarding team member, and is already pumping aviator Lt. Eason on what he has to do to become a member of the air crew. He’s nineteen.

This afternoon Engineering Officer Tony Erickson invited me to a drill in the engine room. I had to wear two sets of ear protection. There are four humongous Caterpillar engines, and a sign on the bulkhead over the ladder that reads “Our Cats are bigger than your Cats.” I asked Tony whose Cats were ours bigger than, and he said, “Everyone’s.”

The drill was a simulated fire between two engines. One of the engineering guys whacked the metal deck plate with a hammer to simulate an explosion and started waving a black and red square around, and kept waving it around while the engineering crew responded, tried to put the fire out, failed, alerted the fire response team, which arrived all suited up and hauled hose down two ladders and successfully put out the fire. In the meantime the generators were shut down and we were adrift. I was glad there wasn’t much of a swell.

Later there was a debriefing in the wardroom, during which the training team led by Tony went around the room and said what they thought worked and didn’t. There was no finger pointing or blame gaming, everyone was so truthful it made my teeth hurt, and it was all in the spirit of “we’ll do it better next time.”

Oh, and guess what? The engines are named. Yes, really, or three of them: Fauntel, Zoe and Ginger, although Tony says that’s about to change, to Pigpen (because it always makes a mess), Eeyore (because sometimes it will and sometimes it won’t), and the other two with names in waiting.


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