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The Chapel and Earlsferry beach



Elie Lighthouse



Macduff's Cave ~ Earlsferry

My brother Noel and Kola


  Heather ~ leader, innovative teacher and webmaster maestro.





"Tektronix--Committed to excellence"  Our slogan was our way of life.


Tektronix Building 19. One of the many engineering and manufacturing buildings on the Beaverton, Oregon, Tektronix campus where super dedicated individuals collectively created 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 few. Tektronix 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, Spacelabs Inc.)  

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 ( to his 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 inland 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.


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. 



 Beaverton Airport. The roadway on the right is Cedar Hills Boulevard. 

The Tektronix campus begins at the left of this photo.



 My favorite Navion airplane.


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.

(For 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.

The 5 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 the exterior, 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.


Of the many types of aircraft that I have flown, while there are others that can fly faster, the five place Navion designed by North American 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. Length, 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 warning alarm.



Me in my Navion on the downwind leg preparing to land at Sand Point Naval Air Station, Seattle.

This beautifully timed photo was taken by Jim Brown who was flying alongside in his Navion.

In the background is the Floating Bridge.



Me with 69November and "Flight Leader" Marlow Butler with 36Delta refueling at Hillsboro,Oregon

 For 25 years Marlow and I flew side by side, wingtip to wingtip.




For 12 years this hangar attached house was home.

Marlow's 36Delta Navion held 100 gallons of fuel to safely fly well over 1000 miles non stop.

For 25 years, in addition to being my own, I was 36Delta's "crew chief."


Not 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 wingman.


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, N36Delta's, wingtip. 

On Saturdays at 11 O' clock our meet-up place was over the Newburg, Oregon, VOR/Omni. From there 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. 



"Sunshine". My grand daughter


 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..


Mountain climbing days

June 12th 1966

3 pm 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 New York. 


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 Mountain


2007 Between Elie and St. Monans

All that's left of Ardross Castle. 


June 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


 August 8th. 2008 Top of the Middle Sister

Son-in-law Mike took this photo. From the hiking trail it's 5,000 feet up to the top


 September 7th 2008. Yeah, did it again.

  On the summit of Black Crater. Elevation 7257 feet. 

Mt. Washington in the background.


September 14th. 2008

On the slopes of Three Fingered Jack Elevation 7841 feet


September 16th. 2008

On Tam MacArthur Rim Elevation 7732 feet


This is Heidi (a Havanese) at 9 weeks old, the latest addition to the family. Born June.'08


Fall colors at Clear Lake Oregon Oct 25th 2008


Oct. 27 2008. South approach to the North Sister


 August 21st 2009 Air Show, Madras, Oregon

1926 model S Reekie alongside of a 1926 model T Ford.

That really was a very good year.


 September 3rd 2010

Did it again. On the summit of Black Crater elevation 7257 ft


Sept.6th 2010 

Summit of Broken Top Mountain. Elevation 9175 feet.

This moraine lake is just below the highest point.


September 11th 2010

The 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. These three September photos were taken by Heather's husband, my son-in-law, climb leader Mike.


Nov. 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 head. 


January 22 2011 Snow shoeing up on the Sisters 

Feb. 2nd. 2011


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. 

Like climbing up and down a curving and zigzagging ladder that's 1/2 mile high. 


September 5th. 2011

on top of Black Crater


September 20th. 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."


What 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




April 7th. 2012  Son-in-law, Mike who normally takes the photos.


April 15th.2012


Dec 13th 2012. No snow and blue wall to wall. Atop Pilot Butte Bend, Oregon.

A 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.


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