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Goodbye, Don

Don was at the island that Saturday, his bit of paradise on the Canadian side of Lake of the Woods, when the pain began. Fortunately my brother-in-law Dave was there with his wife, Barb. They rushed Don by boat and car to Kenora, Ontario, where he was airlifted to Winnipeg.Don was at the island that Saturday, his bit of paradise on the Canadian side of Lake of the Woods, when the pain began. Fortunately my brother-in-law Dave was there with his wife, Barb. They rushed Don by boat and car to Kenora, Ontario, where he was airlifted to Winnipeg.

I hardly knew Don, my mother-in-law's longtime companion. When Don and Marge wintered in Arizona, Jean and I would occasionally meet them for dinner. A retired butcher and grocer, Don enjoyed socializing and playing the sax. He treasured fishing from his island cabin, and most importantly, he loved Marge. Although Don and I had little in common, he brightened our gatherings with cordial north-country humor.

Despite his doctors' best efforts, the sad news came on Monday that Don had passed on. The funeral was scheduled for Saturday in Don's hometown of Baudette, Minnesota, raising travel challenges because it fell on a holiday weekend. Jammed and costly airline flights dictated that Jean travel there alone, depart three days early, and return a day late. Rental cars and hotel rooms were also in short supply.

'This is a nightmare,' said Jean. 'How long would it take to fly there ourselves?' Obviously she hadn't looked at a map. 'From Arizona to northern Minnesota? That's a very long flight,' I replied. 'Over ten hours each way.'

'Going by airline means five depressing days alone, Greg. I'd rather team up in the Flying Carpet and enjoy some adventures together along the way.' Tentatively, I investigated Baudette International Airport. Alongside its paved strip was a water runway in the adjacent Rainy River. 'Floatplanes can taxi across the river to Canadian Customs,' said my directory. Intrigued, I phoned Tom, the airport manager. 'C'mon up,' he said. 'We have no rental vehicles, but you can use the airport courtesy car. Just keep in mind that it's nothing fancy.'

'It's not a courtesy car unless the windshield is cracked,' I joked. 'Then you won't be disappointed,' said Tom. But then I checked weather — thunderstorms were forecast along the entire 1300-mile route. Discouraged, I informed my wife, 'To be certain of making the funeral, you need to go by airline.'

'But we'd likely make it by Flying Carpet, right? We have three whole days to get there.'

'Yeah, probably, if you can accept the possibility of getting stranded somewhere and missing the memorial service. Buying an airline ticket after today would be impossible.'

'Fair enough,' said Jean. 'I'm willing to take that chance. Let's go by Flying Carpet and make the most of a sad mission.'

I didn't expect to get past Santa Fe when we took flight Wednesday morning, but the weather beyond there proved better than forecast. When thunderstorms did pop up, Albuquerque Center advised landing at Trinidad, Colorado. The subsequent Denver Center controller, however, directed us easily around the activity. The thunderstorms were organized in clusters, so thanks to flight watch and some 50-mile detours we gradually bypassed all the weather.

To our delight, we made it all the way to Fargo, North Dakota, that evening, only 150 miles short of our destination. Just how far north we'd flown didn't sink in until we dined al fresco at 9:30 pm; it was still light some two hours beyond sunset at home.

Having made such good progress, we toured the University of North Dakota Aerospace program in Grand Forks next morning, then steered northeast into Minnesota. When farmlands gave way to swamps, we noted with surprise what seemed to be ultralights beneath us — only to realize they were actually huge herons and pelicans circling thousands of feet below. Then fifty-by-eighty-mile Lake of the Woods came into view; to parched Arizonans it seemed a great ocean.

Water pilots landing in nearby lakes dominated advisory frequency when we turned downwind over the Rainy River, and seaplanes filled Baudette's parking ramp when we landed. 'This is nothing like Arizona,' said Jean as we tied down next to a derelict Noorduyn Norseman on floats.

Equally novel was Baudette's courtesy car. Not only was the windshield indeed cracked, but duct tape supported the side mirror, errant wires draped the accelerator pedal, and the 'check engine' light remained eternally on. Adding character were discarded 'biker girl' posters in the back seat. Best of all, the car's previous life had never entirely been erased — emblazoned on its doors and trunk were the words, 'Lake of the Woods Sheriff.'

Soon we gathered with Marge's family on Don's treasured outdoor deck. His son Russ arrived, and daughters-in-law, Sue and Bonita. As we told stories and swatted mosquitoes and scanned Canada across the Rainy River, Don's memory fished just a few feet away on the old washed-out pier.

Next morning Jean and I strolled Lake of the Woods beaches. 'If only Don were here to show us around,' noted Jean sadly as we wandered this paradise he called home. Upon seeking shelter from gathering thunderstorms we discovered another foible of the sheriff's car – inoperative windshield wipers. Navigating rainy roads without them for the next two days made instrument flying seem easy.

When time came for the funeral, Jean and I drove far back in the procession, so as not to threaten the dignity of the occasion. 'Actually, Don would have appreciated this sheriff's car in his procession,' noted Jean of the man's quirky sense of humor. We didn't anticipate, however, finding the car's battery dead when mosquitoes urged everyone from the cemetery. To a symphony of swatting and slapping, Russ jump-started our cruiser for its final journey to the airport.

We made it all the way to Colorado Springs that evening, but not without one final incident. Out of McCook, Nebraska, our Flying Carpet pitched gradually downward while its airspeed rose to tickle the yellow arc. 'Mountain wave!' I shouted to Jean. Quickly I disconnected the autopilot and chopped power before brutal bumps rearranged our stomachs, baggage, and back seat coolers.

'We will never forget Don's funeral,' said Jean, cowering in her seat as we lurched along at maneuvering speed. Between the blue Rainy River, an old sheriff's car, and this long journey north, I knew she was right.

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About This Author:
Greg Brown's love for flying is obvious to anyone who reads his stories in AOPA Flight Training, AOPA Pilot, and other publications, or who know his popular professional pilot texts, The Savvy Flight Instructor, The Turbine Pilot's Flight Manual, and Job Hunting for Pilots. For more stories like this one, read Greg's book, Flying Carpet: The Soul of an Airplane, about the colorful characters and personal adventure that make aviation such a passion for us all. Flying Carpet was endorsed as part of the Forbes publisher's recommended "summer reading" list, and led to Greg's naming as Barnes & Noble Arizona Author of the Month. His latest book, You Can Fly! details how easy it is to fulfill the dream of becoming a pilot, regardless of one's age, education, or station in life.

A pilot since 1972, Greg was 2000 National Flight Instructor of the Year, and the first-ever NAFI "Master CFI." This column first appeared in AOPA Flight Training magazine.

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