The Chapel and Earlsferry beach
Macduff's Cave ~ Earlsferry
My brother Noel and Kola
Heather ~ leader, innovative teacher and webmaster maestro.
excellence" Our slogan was our way of life.
Building 19. One of the many engineering and manufacturing buildings
on the Beaverton, Oregon, Tektronix campus where super dedicated individuals
the world's finest, state of the art, ultra high speed, cathode ray, precision oscilloscopes which made possible the
Electronic, the Information and the Space Ages, to name but a
was a once in a lifetime great experience and for 24 years I was privileged to
be a player on the team. (Plus one more year at corporate offshoot,
Tektronix oscilloscopes played a vital part in the United States
Space Program that enabled the moon landing and the return to earth.
The great thing about Tektronix (Tek) was that it was a company
where each individual felt and knew that he/she was Tektronix
and that he/she was on the cutting edge of technology and was so
enthused by what he/she was doing that by choice all of us who
could arrived early and stayed late. Tektronix had no employees
per se, we were all venture participants, Very Important People
who each knew his/her part in the game play as we contributed to
our utmost in the pursuit of knowledge, perfection, design and
the efficient manufacture of precision, ultra high value, cathode ray
oscilloscopes and electronic products that would benefit the entire world. It was awesome to
work with and be in the company of such energetic, innovative,
dedicated and brilliant individuals.
1966. Bellerophon and Pegasus. Me and my
homebuilt 65 H.P. Continental Baby Ace; single place, open
cockpit, no battery, no
electrical starter, no radio gear, flick the prop to start, winged
horse. Shown on
Charlie Bernard's Beaverton Oregon grass strip airport which was
adjacent to the Tektronix engineering and manufacturing campus. What
Peg did have were the bare essentials; a joystick, rudder pedals, heel brakes, a mags hot switch, a throttle, a tachometer, an altimeter, an oil
pressure gauge, a cork float fuel level stick and a simple magnetic compass.
Charlie Bernard's Beaverton airport was the oldest operating
airport in the State of Oregon but due to ever increasing land value
taxes, Charlie's airport was finally forced to close. (Now The
Beaverton Mall) On a day in February 1969 it was snowing as Walt
Rupert, Charlie's fixed base operator, topped off the fuel tank of my winged
horse Peg to have the honor of being the last airplane on the field,
excepting Walt's helicopter, to fly up and away, never to
return. With the closing of the Beaverton field a way of life
passed. At the south end of the field was a drainage ditch and a
power line. To make an extremely short landing over an obstruction
like a power line, Walt Rupert taught the Beaverton flyboys how to come in
high, pull up the nose and put the airplane into a full forward, one
wing down, sideways slide
by backing off on the throttle, crossing the controls, the ailerons
and the rudder, to do a steep descent, then straighten up at the
last second and land on to the short
taxi way south extension of the runway, If you could land an
airplane on this short surface you could land an airplane most
anywhere. ( One day at a fly-in get together at Creswell Oregon,
Pete Bowers, United States
aircraft engineer and Boeing historian, who that day I had met for the
first time, flattered me no end when he said," Here, jump in (
single place open cockpit Experimental Fly Baby N500F ) and take it for a
spin."---- which I did.)
With the closing of the Beaverton airport I reluctantly put Peg
up for sale. After running in to high adverse winds, snow in the mountain passes and
being thrown all over the sky, rain, gales on the coast and after many stops, layovers
and changes of route, my trusty little Baby Ace, Peg, was finally handed over to
its new owner, a 747 pilot no less, at Los Angeles,
California, a distance, as the crow flies, of 1000 miles. Because of
the turbulent and variable winter weather this delivery flight
actually became 5 legs that could only be flown at week-ends with
each leg being about 250 miles. (The entire
Pacific coastal region from Canada to Mexico is blessed with
numerous, land at your own risk, airstrips.)
Great times of fun that I had
during my flying years were when in the times of winter, the hills and the fields were
covered with snow and I removed Peg's wheels and exchanged them for a pair of
Federal 1500 snow skis which made it possible to land on any field
or snow covered surface. The
skis were a gift from Walt Rupert and I also used them on a Piper PA-11 Super Cub. Small
plane open cockpit, flying free like a bird, in the cold crystal clear
air is like no other.
great times that I looked forward to were when extreme low,
morning, ebb tides occurred on the coast of the State of Washington
where many of the pure sand beaches are home to great beds of razor clams. On such mornings I was always ready
to take off at first light. My cross country route took me from
North Plains where was my hangar attached home, 70 miles
north west to Astoria
at the mouth
of the Columbia River on the Oregon coast then 65 miles north along the Washington shoreline to
land on the hard sand at Copalis Beach. As Peg and I flew above
the sand along the miles of deserted beaches I was beachcombing,
checking out the driftwood and the flotsam. At times I would slow to
minimum airspeed and would wave and call
to the seabirds like I was
Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
Just like as a small boy I would lay in the long grass atop
Earlsferry's Croupie Rock where the gulls would hover on the
thermals almost within my reach. Old Earlsferry habits die hard! By 9 o'clockish
in the morning
I was back home, readied the clams for 6 o'clock evening dinner, changed out of my
flying/clam digging togs, flew the 15 miles to Charlie's
Beaverton airstrip, then walked the few yards to Tektronix to
begin the next phase of another great day.
The roadway on the right is
Cedar Hills Boulevard.
The Tektronix campus begins at the left of this photo.
This is my 5 color paint design. When I bought this airplane
from its original owner it was all over dark green which I did
not like as when looking down
from above the dark green completely
blended with the Oregon forests.
anyone so interested in my repainting. After the stripping of
the old green paint, which was a real chore; the zinc chromate primer, the undercoating and the
finish paints were all Sherwin Williams products.
finish color paints are
Sherwin Williams acrylic enamels with a urethane additive which
have more than stood up to the test of time, the weather and
unimproved gravel and grass runways. Beaverton airplane guru and
mentor Walt Rupert taught me how to spray paint dead straight,
clean sharp dividing lines, without thick edges, on to compound
angular surfaces. Prior to repainting, every part, fairing and
moveable surface that could be removed was removed and was spray
painted in a paint booth as a separate item, later to be
reattached with all new aircraft hardware. Also at this time, to
were added the prop spinner, hub caps and the strobe beacon on
top of the vertical stabilizer.)
This Navion first flew in 1948. With TLC and normal maintenance there is
every reason to be confidant that in the year 2048 this aircraft will still be flying,
as good or as better than when new.
Jolly Green Giant.
the many types of aircraft that I have flown, while there are
others that can fly faster, the five place Navion designed by North
Aviation in 1946, in my estimation, is the best designed, the
most stable, the easiest to
fly and the safest civilian, single engine aircraft of all time. It was designed and initially built by the
same people who designed and built the P51 Mustang of WWII fame.
Wing Span and height are the same as the RAF Supermarine
Spitfire. To the best of my knowledge the no bad habits, beautiful, graceful,
fly like a dream, solid, stable, Navion is the only aircraft of
its type that is Type Certificated by the FAA (Federal Aircraft
Authority) that does not require the installation of a stall
in my Navion on the downwind leg
preparing to land at Sand Point Naval Air Station, Seattle.
This beautifully timed photo
taken by Jim Brown who was flying alongside in his Navion.
the background is the Floating Bridge.
with 69November and "Flight Leader" Marlow Butler with 36Delta refueling at Hillsboro,Oregon
For 25 years Marlow and
flew side by side, wingtip to wingtip.
12 years this hangar attached house was home.
36Delta Navion held 100 gallons of fuel to safely fly well over 1000 miles
25 years, in addition to being my own, I was 36Delta's "crew chief."
only is the Navion a beautiful airplane it is a delight to fly.
This photo was taken by
Casey Veenendaal who was flying alongside in his Navion as right
On this day Marlow had his son-in-law Richard Miller along with
him as co-pilot. I'm
left wingman flying my red N4305Kilo Navion off Marlow's,
Saturdays at 11 O' clock our meet-up place was over the Newburg,
the "lunch bunch" would then fly in loose formation to the
place-of-the-day which might be south to the
"Nut Tree" airport and outdoor restaurant at Vacaville near
San Francisco, California, or west to the
rustic Flying M Ranch located in the foothills of the Oregon
coast Mountain Range or east to Sunriver on the east side of the
Cascade Mountain Range, or west to the airstrip alongside the Nestucca River
at Pacific City on the coast or north to one or more of the San Juan
Islands in Puget Sound in the State of Washington.
Scotland 1952. This is my second set of
wheels, a '37, American built, rumble seat, Ford-V8.
My first was a touring '29
Lea-Francis which I bought when one day I was returning to Earlsferry after
spending a weekend at Bandirran
and spotted it in
the showroom window of Strathmore Motors at Bridgend at the north side of
the River Tay at Perth..
June 12th 1966
Back down in the parking lot at Timberline Lodge after a
successful but difficult climb to the summit (11235 feet) of Mt. Hood,
the highest mountain in the State of Oregon, that began at 2 a.m. On this day I was the leader of a group of
four other climbers, all of whom were doctors from the State of
September 29, 2007 ~ Heather
& me ~ Middle Sister in the background
September 29, 2007 ~ Macduff
~ Heather & Mike's Golden Retriever
September 29, 2007 ~ Me and
Mike with the North Sister in the background
November 5, 2007 ~ On
the summit of Black Butte. Mt. Jefferson in the far background
November 22, 2007 ~ A view
of the North and Middle Sister from above the clouds
November 25, 2007 ~ South
Sister (left) and Broken Top (in front)
taken from atop Tumalo
2007 Between Elie and St. Monans
All that's left of
8th 2008 With Heather and Mike on the summit of Black Butte
July 30th. 2008 Faith,
Hope and Charity from the top of Iron Mountain
2008 Top of the Middle Sister
Son-in-law Mike took this photo. From the hiking trail it's
5,000 feet up to
7th 2008. Yeah, did it again.
On the summit of Black Crater. Elevation 7257 feet.
Washington in the background.
the slopes of Three Fingered Jack Elevation 7841 feet
Tam MacArthur Rim Elevation 7732 feet
is Heidi (a Havanese) at 9 weeks old, the latest addition to the family. Born June.'08
colors at Clear Lake Oregon Oct 25th 2008
27 2008. South approach to the North Sister
21st 2009 Air Show, Madras, Oregon
1926 model S Reekie alongside of a 1926 model T Ford.
That really was a very good year.
it again. On the summit of Black Crater elevation 7257 ft
Summit of Broken Top Mountain. Elevation 9175 feet.
This moraine lake is just below the highest point.
South and the Middle Sister. Heather is pointing out where we were on Broken Top
five days ago. Photo taken from atop Tumalo Mountain, elevation 7775 feet.
three September photos were taken by Heather's husband, my son-in-law, climb
7th 2010 Hillary home for the weekend from Oregon State University and with her grampa and her Dad, Mike, and her mother, Heather, hiking a
mountain trail up on the Sisters at Chush Falls. This day we were lucky in
that Mike had a saw that he used to cut up a tree that fell across and blocked
the roadway near the trail
22 2011 Snow shoeing up on the Sisters
Heather and me with photographer Mike on the way up to the top of Black Crater.
From the trailhead
it's 2500 feet elevation gain up to the top
and 8 miles round trip.
climbing up and down a curving and zigzagging ladder that's 1/2 mile high.
top of Black Crater
This morning I made a routine visit to see my doc.
With twinkling and smiling eyes he asked his usual, "And how are you
today?" "Well, I sort of get tired when
I walk." "Oh, where have you been walking?"
"Well, a couple of weeks or so ago I went to the top of Black
Crater and it seemed like I made a more than usual number of stops." "Oh, how far was
that and how much elevation gain did you do?" "Just 8 miles and
2500 feet." I thought I'd have to call for "emergency" for the
doc, as unable to keep a straight face, he almost doubled over. When he recovered and resumed a
somewhat semblance of normalcy, he smiled and ha, ha, ha-- ha, ha, ha'ed,
"that's one I'll have to relate to my cohorts while at lunch
today, ha, ha, ha."
the heck. His laughter was as good a medication as anything else he might
have prescribed. Ha--ha--ha--. Ha---ha---ha---.
April 1st 2012. Heather, me and
Mike snow shoeing up in the high country
7th. 2012 Son-in-law, Mike who normally takes the photos.
13th 2012. No snow and blue wall to wall. Atop Pilot Butte Bend, Oregon.
young lady who was from Seattle took this photo on her cell phone and sent
it to me.
7-6-2014 Today, Mike, Heather
and I hiked by way of Scott
Pass to Yapoah Lake, where big hungry trout were a-jumping, just north of the North Sister.
Oct. 26th. 2014, the first snows of winter. At the Green Lakes trailhead
at the foot of the South Sister.