Bo Zarts
Bo Zarts's JournalLookout Cookout #1 for 2015
The day after the Blizzard of '15! Cooking out! Took these photos with my iPad. Not bad. My patent-pending charcoaling method. Each photo has a caption.
@ Lemmon Rock Fire Lookout
4.27.2015 (Our 41st wedding anniversary! Wish Dr. DemoTex. were here!)
Start with a 30,000 BTU propane cooker, a cast iron skillet, and a lump of charcoal. Heat on high until the charcoal is smoking, and the skillet is very hot. Leather gloves a must.
I cut a small filet in two to make them thinner for a fast cook (1.5 minute/side for these for medium rare). A press is helpful. Notice the wok on the chair to the left. I had already cooked my home-made chips in that on the cooker.
Ummmm! Fast and smoky. Best done outside. I use this cooker and this technique at the DogStar Lodge on Caesar's Head Mountain, SC, all the time.
Home fries, spinach salad, and a filet mignon. Ellegantly set table, too. This is where one eats in the fire lookout.
BTW: One part of the split steak is for breakfast tomorrow, as are some of the potatoes - if they don't get too soggy. Or even if they do. The Presbyterian motto rings true in the fire lookout: "Waste Not; Want Not." I try to waste nothing up here.
Official now: COLDEST PLACE IN THE WORD TODAY (PICS)
South Arizona!
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Know what I mean, Vern?
Immigrants
My Vietnamese friend, Kiem, stole a C-130 on April 28, 1975. He was a captain in the VNAF (Viet Nam Air Force), flying C-130s out of Tan San Nhut Air Base (Saigon). The Viet Cong (National Liberation Front) and NVA (PAVN – People’s Army of Vietnam) had surrounded Saigon, and the end was certain.
Kiem conspired with another VNAF pilot and flight engineer to get a maximum load of fuel (against VNAF emergency policies in effect at the time, because of defections), and takeoff at dawn for Long Than North (about 35 miles east of Saigon). During the night, their families had fled Saigon in cars, on motor-scooters, or whatever, headed for Long Than North, for a rendezvous with either destiny or disaster early the next morning. They actually drove through VC and NVA lines on the way to Long Than.
Kiem and crew departed Tan San Nhut, as planned, on ginned-up mission orders. They turned east, and landed at Long Than a few minutes later. Shortly after sunrise.
Long Than North was my battalion headquarters (509th Radio Research Group, 224th AVN BTN). I was driven there, by truck, with a group of FNGs (newbies), a day or two after arriving in-country. Scary shit, in a duce, for a very FNG! And I flew in and out of there on admin missions from Cam Ranh Bay, on occasion. So I was very familiar with Long Than North. It had a single east-west instrument runway, about 8000 feet long (IIRC). Large rubber plantation on the north side of the runway.
Kiem circled and landed to the west. He taxied the big C-130 to the runway end as the rear ramp was lowered. The 57 family members of the three VNAF airmen were waiting at the end of the runway. Kiem, did a quick 180-turn, and the waiting family members scrambled onboard the Lockheed Hercules.
Meanwhile, several Soviet-built PT-76 tanks (NVA) came crashing through the rubber plantation. Kiem slammed the power levers forward, and started a takeoff to the east, as the engineer raised the rear ramp. A NVA truck, with a 12.7mm (50cal) gun in the back, raced the C-130 down the parallel taxiway, firing tracers at the airplane.
Kiem got the C-130 airborne, and headed east for the South China Sea. They checked for battle damage as they climbed. Miraculously, none. Then they waited for airborne interception by NVA MiGs, VNAF fighters (what were left), or US Navy fighter aircraft. Again, miraculously, none.
Kiem turned south, and headed for Singapore (had a full load of gas, almost). They landed at Singapore’s Changi Airport, taxied in, and requested fuel (to fly on to Australia to seek political asylum). Singapore wanted cash for fuel. Kiem called the US Embassy (or Consulate) and explained the problem. “When I get to Australia, the C-130 is YOURS,” Kiem said. A courier was dispatched to the airport with an briefcase full of US currency, enough to get Kiem and his precious cargo to Australia.
They made it, and within a year or so, all aboard immigrated to the USA. The airplane ended up at the Smithsonian Large Aircraft display, near Washington, DC. Ten years later, in 1985, Kiem was asked by the Smithsonian Institute to round up all of those refugees that he could, for a photo in front of the C-130 at Dulles International Airport. He did. A few had died, but the number was greater with children and babies born post-escape.
Kiem was in my new-hire pilot class at Piedmont Airlines. We became good friends. Having flown 250 virtually useless combat missions in that war, Kiem’s story gave me hope. But it brings tears to my eyes every time I think about it, so I rarely tell it. But the story is nowhere near over, as are typical with the unbelievable things that have happened to me in my 67 years. It gets better.
A few years after getting hired by my dream company, Piedmont Airlines, I was based in Washington, DC, at Washington National Airport (DCA). We lived there when I was hired, so it was a perfect base. We went to a Vietnamese restaurant in Arlington, Va., one night: the Queen Bee. We put our names on the list for a table, and sidled into the bar for a beer.
The walls in the bar at the Queen Bee were plastered with photos of VNAF units in Vietnam. T-28s, F-5s, AC-37s, helos, and C-130s. Naturally, I gravitated to the wall and studied the photos. As I enjoyed the cold beer and the photos, and elderly Vietnamese gentleman quietly showed up at my side (elderly then, probably much younger than I am now!).
“You like my photos, sir?” he asked. Ended up, he was the owner of the Queen Bee. "Yes .. yes I do, sir,” I said. He had been a colonel in the VNAF.
We talked. I told him that I had served in Vietnam. He asked me what I was doing now. I told him that I was an airline pilot, and – at the last minute – threw in the fact that I had a Vietnamese friend at Piedmont who had stolen a C-130 during the last days of Saigon.
“Oh, yes!” he said. “Kiem. I was his commanding officer.”
Incredible where this story had gone to this point. The colonel did not make it out of Vietnam. He spent seven years in a Communist re-education camp. He seemed to love my friend Kiem, and wanted contact information. But I said let me get Kiem to contact you.
I called Kiem and told him the story. He wept. He brought his family to Arlington for a reunion with his former commanding officer, at the Queen Bee.
I haven’t talked to Kiem in a while. Need to ring him up. They had two daughters, I think. Medical and dental school. What a family!
Immigrants.
"Put On 'Yer Tin Foil Hats!"
The proverbial "black" helicopter overhead the lookout this morning. But it was not really black. I rendered the shot in B&W so that you cannot see the real colors, and I "starred" out the "N" number, so that you cannot look it up, like I did.
The helo flew around the Miami Fire for a while, feinted a landing at the Sawmill Run LZ, then landed in a dusty parking lot above the lookout, near the very top of Mt. Lemmon. Then it took off about 90 minutes later, and made this pass over the lookout.
I Googled the registration number. It was a Bell 407, owned by a Texas company that is putatively a front for a US Government agency (not the CIA, presumably).
I figured that it was a mission to check their antennae on Radio Ridge after the fire on Saturday (which did not get close).
But with Pinal Air Park so close by, one never knows. I asked waaay too many questions THERE in 2013!
Oops, got to go. There is a knock at the lookout door ..
April 20, 2015
22:15 MST
Why all the "front" companies? Who owns them? Who PROFIT$?
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