Great fun flying over New Britain and New Guinea on multiplayer. Lots of profound, and not-so-profound, conversations. (Jeff pointed to a set of
historical photos of a family friend who flew in the 9th Fighter Squadron 49th Fighter Group USAAF in New Guinea. First in P-38s and then P-47s. For 14 pages of great shots, this is well worth the look!)
From Rabaul (AYTK), we flew to Jacquinot Bay (JCB) to land on a gravel field "enhanced" by the
True Grit PNG scenery. All through the flight, we all encountered heavy clouds and thunderstorms. The snapshot shows one of the lightning bolts (non-Lockheed division) as Josh and I await our squadron mates.
The long leg from JCB-GSP (Gusap) was largely uneventful for most of us. However, Ron found that his aircraft was short on oxygen and decided to drop to lower – and slower – altitudes. Ron was flying the entire route "by hand" so the challenge was all the greater. Happily, the heavy weather that enshrouded New Britain cleared (mostly) by the time we reached New Guinea. The navigation over the Finisterre Range and into the Ramu valley worked out well enough so that we found the field and were able to make a normal approach. That said, the sharp descent over the mountains and into the valley was a bit of a thrill ride.
Roman, Jeff and Josh came in quickly (one rather quickly indeed) and we waited a couple of minutes for the air-breathing hand-flying airman. When Ron arrived in his Mustang, we were worried to see white smoke or steam coming out of his cockpit. All his systems checked out, so never understood what happened. No, contrary to appearances, Ron was not flying the "Steam Edition" version of the A2A Pony.
After our arrival at Gusap, the five of us got together for an impromptu photo shoot. Sadly, DC
was flying Steam which meant that we could not connect via FSX native multiplayer. So we just enjoyed the conversational banter together.
At Gusap, from left to right, Ron, Mike, Josh, Roman and Jeff. DC is off stage.
Finally, we set off for Hayfield (HFD) which, as SWAC pilots know, is a bit difficult to find. The unimproved dirt field stands in the middle of relatively undistinctive landscape of trees and scrubland. (Due to wind drift, I missed the field by a few miles and had to turn south to search and find the strip. DC had a similar experience. A brief moment of concern and then …
no worries mate.) We all landed well-enough and continued the gab fest.