In November 2009, a self-proclaimed Archaeology Lifer found herself employed as a Flight Attendant. She's not sure how it happened. No one really is. Here's what happened next...
Brb, sobbing a little and trying to eat all of my hockey feels.
-35C tonight… Before the windchill…
Went night flying last night. The C172 we took up had a complete electrical failure the day before, and they had fixed it up and we were taking it for it’s “test flight”.
Well, we took off and headed out towards the practice area at about 1500 feet, since there was a big bank of low cloud up ahead.
About ten minutes in, I turned to My Instructor, and with a sinking feeling asked “Do you smell smoke?”
He did. I can’t deny, my heart dropped through my stomach a little bit as he got out the flashlight and started having a good look around, but we couldn’t find anything amiss.
Eventually it dawned on us to ask the C150 up ahead (it was busy in the PA) if they could smell it, and they could! THANK GOD! Apparently there were at least five of us out there having mini-heart-attacks because we could all smell smoke! :S
I guess there must have been some kind of forest fire in Quebec, and all of what we thought was cloud was actually smoke! By the time we came back to Ottawa for landing, it was apparent that there was a huge cloud of smoke hovering over the northern part of the city at about 2000ft. CRAZY STUFF.