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06 June 2018

More Changed Plans

When I got home from Washington State last year, I vowed that I would not return for the 2018 season.  I bought a motorcycle and planned to ride it all summer long with my friends, Jacob and Terry.  I live in Florida.  I've made my life here since 1987.  And there's a reason why I stay: I love Florida!

Since starting my little summer sojourn to Brewster, Washington in 2011, my stay up there got progressively longer.  It mostly lasted six months.  And it's fun, don't get me wrong, but it takes a huge chunk out of my life here where I call home.  My boss at the helicopter company would like me to move to Washington full-time, but I just don't see that happening.

This year the helicopter industry finds itself in the midst of a pilot shortage.  The ad we put for pilots got only a fraction of the views and very, very few resumes in response.  We ended up not having enough pilots to cover the contracts for cherry-drying that were already in place.  Early on during the process, it became clear that I'd have to go back and cover one of the ships.  And that's what happened.

So here I go, on the road again...or more accurately in the air again.  United Airlines has agreed to fly my butt up to the town of Wenatchee, where the boss will pick me up for the two-hour drive up the Columbia River to Brewster.  This year, I'm only staying for thirty days. 

Anyway, that's the plan.


Ed said...

I hope they made you an offer you couldn't refuse!

Anonymous said...

30 days, my ass. I'll bet right now that you will be there till at least Labor Day. If I am wrong I will come to Pensacola and buy dinner and drinks. You pick the place. Then I'll go to the Navy Air Museum.If you leave the day before Labor Day just to cash in, I'm still good on my word. At least I can get to ride in your new van and fart in the seats.

Bob Barbanes: said...

Get your wallet out, Alex- I know plenty of good restaurants in Pcola. But I've got to nix the farting of the seats. Even I haven't done that yet. Me! My passengers? I cannot vouch.

And yes, Ed, they did exactly that ;)

Bob said...

What Alex said — except the part about buying you dinner if I’m wrong!

Oh well, you’ll undoubtedly have more stories to tell.

Anonymous said...

I apologize for sounding a little harsh. I did not mean for it to come across that way. I just have been following you for many years now and have a feeling that you will get sucked in to staying in Washington for far longer than you expect.
Anyways, I will come to PNS and buy you dinner and drinks anyways. I want to visit the Navy Air Museum anyway and I could not think of a better person to give me insight on the local area and where to go than you. I promise not to fart in your new van. Just looking to talk aviation and motorcycles (I am also a Harley rider), look at old warbirds, and have good food and drink with like minded folk.
Let me know when you get back to PNS this fall (you know it will be this fall) and I promise I will back up my words. I prefer the fall anyway, it is so much cooler.

Bob Barbanes: said...

Up above, Bob says: "...you'll undoubtedly have more stories to tell."

I already do! Some I can publish...some I cannot. Some must be shared over a beer, preferably one that I did not buy.

Bob, Alex...yes I know that I'm often coerced into extending my stay here in Washington. Everyone likes to be needed, and I'm no exception. And truthfully I do love it up here! But my non-changeable return airline ticket for July 10th is already bought.

So we'll see.