Republic A-10 flies low, during the 2007 air show at Nellis AFB. Photo by Scott Schwartz |
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
My photographs...
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New York Mountains..Images from my
Old water tank, a remnant of the OX Cattle Ranch, which began operations in 1929. Photo by Scott Schwartz. |
Carruthers Canyon- New York Mountains. Photo By Scott Schwartz |
The SandNSky Jeep Cherokee- Carruthers Canyon. |
The SandNSky Jeep heading into the heart of the New York Mountains. |
This is the Mojave Desert? Photo By Scott Schwartz. |
Ancient visitors from Easter Island left their mark on the Mojave Desert. Photo by Scott Schwartz. |
Photo By Scott Schwartz. |
Can anyone identify this plant? Photo by Scott Schwartz |
Photo by Scott Schwartz. |
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Impassable Pass- The Old Spanish Trail...
Friday, September 14, 2012
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Boeing KC-97
Double Bubble
By
SandNSky
Although the
Boeing B-29 Superfortress had been phased out of USAF service by 1956, one of
its descendants served well into the late 20th century.
It was an
attempt to incorporate the B-29’s speed and range into a large transport that
led to the construction of the XC-97 Stratofreighter (Boeing Model 367). First flown in 1944, the XC-97 utilized the
wings, empennage, and Wright R-3350 engines of the B-29. The lower fuselage was structurally similar
to that of the B-29. However, a cargo
deck was added which was wider than the lower fuselage. This gave the airplane its “double-bubble”
look, when viewed head-on. Three
XC-97’s and ten YC-97’s were built.
The airplane
clearly had potential. In 1945, one of
the XC-97’s set a speed record for transports, when it flew from Seattle to Washington
D.C. During the flight, the aircraft hit 383mph
while carrying 20,000 pounds of cargo.
The XC-97 also served as the prototype of the Model 377 Stratocruiser airliner.
While this flight
testing was going on, Boeing was developing its B-50 Superfortress, which was
powered by four huge Pratt & Whitney R-4360 28 cylinder engines. Each of these engines produced more than
three thousand horsepower. The B-50,
itself a B-29 derivative, had stronger wings and a slightly taller vertical
stabilizer. It stood to reason that the
new C-97 transport would benefit from these improvements. Accordingly, the first production C-97, the
C-97A, used the B-50’s wings, tail,
and engines, as did all subsequent C-97 variants.
Deliveries of the C-97A began in 1949, and by 1951, the
C-97C was in service with the USAF. The
C-97, with its 41,000 pound payload, rear loading ramp, and internal cargo
hoist was used during the Korean War to carry supplies and to evacuate wounded
soldiers. A few served as airborne
command posts for the Strategic Air Command.
The C-97 served admirably as a transport aircraft. However, the USAF was in dire need of aerial
refueling tankers for its fleet of thirsty jet bombers and fighters. Of the 888 C-97’s that were produced between
1951 and 1956, 814 of them were converted to KC-97 tankers. Fitted with the “flying boom” refueling
equipment designed by Boeing, the KC-97 greatly extended the operating range of
strategic aircraft, such as the B-47.
With the advent of the KC-97, the art of air to air refueling was nearly
perfected.
Despite finding its niche as a tanker, the KC-97 retained
much of its cargo-carrying capacity. The
upper and lower decks were pressurized, and the refueling boom could be removed
by ground personnel, thus allowing use of the airplane’s rear loading
doors.
The KC-97 had an
“official” top speed of 375mph. But when
laden with nearly 10,000 pounds of jet fuel, the airplane’s cruising speed was
barely higher than the stall speed of its jet “customers”. Thus, a technique known as “tobogganing” was
used. “Tobogganing” meant that the KC-97
and the airplane receiving fuel descended while the refueling operation was taking
place. This enabled the KC-97 to fly
fast enough for the jet aircraft being refueled. In the early 1960’s, some KC-97’s were fitted
with two General Electric J-47 jet engines.
One jet engine was mounted under each wing. These modified KC-97’s were designated
KC-97L’s, and the addition of the jet engines eliminated the need to
“toboggan”.
The last KC-97
emerged from Boeing’s Renton
plant on July 18, 1956. Ironically, this
was also the day that the first jet powered tanker, the KC-135 left the
plant. This did not mark the end of the
KC-97’s career, though. Gradually replaced by the KC-135, the Air Force used
the KC-97 until 1973. After that, the
airplane continued to serve in Air Force Reserve and National Guard units until
1977.
Besides its
extremely long career with the U.S. Air Force, the KC-97 is notable in several
other respects. For one thing, it was
the last piston engine airplane produced by Boeing. The KC-97 was also the last active military
aircraft in the U.S.
inventory that had any direct connection to the B-29 Superfortress. In addition, the final retirement of the
KC-97 marked the end of the U.S. Air Force’s use of large piston engine
aircraft, and the end of that service’s use of aircraft equipped with
turbo-superchargers.
Several KC-97’s
survive to this day. One of them is
flyable. This airplane is named The Angel Of Deliverance and is flown by
the Berlin Airlift Historical Foundation.
A few others are on display at various museums around the country.
This is the KC-97's flight deck. Photo by Scott Schwartz. |
Boom operator's position- KC-97. Photo by Scott Schwartz. |
Monday, September 10, 2012
Douglas Skyraider-The Flying Dump Truck.
By SandNSky
Two privately-owned Skyraiders fly in formation at the Nellis AFB air show in 2007. |
A single engine
airplane that could carry a higher payload than the B-17, the Douglas Skyraider
was yet another 1940’s vintage airplane that found new life during the war in Viet Nam .
Known by more nick names than a mob enforcer
and produced in thirteen variants, the Douglas AD-4 Skyraider was designed by
the famous Ed Heinemann in response to the Navy’s requirement for a Curtiss
Helldiver replacement. The requirements
were simple:
The new airplane had to be able to carry a lot of ordinance
(including torpedoes), perform well while carrying its payload, be able to fly
far and fast, require a single pilot, and of course, be able to operate from
aircraft carriers.
The result was the
XBT2D-1 (known initially as the Dauntless
II), which made its first flight on March 18, 1945. Powered by a Wright R-3350 eighteen cylinder
radial engine, the first Skyraiders were delivered to the Navy in 1946 and were
re-designated AD-1’s.
Although it
became operational too late to see combat during World War Two, the AD-1 –
ultimately renamed “Skyraider” – was produced in an anti-submarine version
equipped with a large radome under the fuselage, which working in conjunction
with the basic attack versions patrolled the oceans in what were known as
“hunter-killer” missions.
But it was during
the Korean War that the Skyraider proved its mettle as an attack airplane. Carrying weapons loads weighing more than
10,000 pounds, as well as four 20 mm cannons, the Skyraider was a devastating
close air support plane and even managed to shoot down at least one enemy
aircraft. Alright, it was a Soviet-built
biplane, but the Skyraider wasn’t
designed as a fighter anyway. Besides,
jets couldn’t fly slow enough to hit
such a target.
The keys to the
Skyraider’s success were its multiple under-wing weapons hard points, and its
ability to loiter over the combat zone for long periods. Jet aircraft just did not have range or the
load carrying capability, and these were deficiencies that would plague jets
through the early 1970’s.
Perhaps the
Skyraider’s most famous role was that of escort to the HH-53 Jolly Green Giant helicopters that were
sent out to rescue downed aircrew during the Viet Nam War. Now being used by the USAF as A-1’s, Sandy ’s (the Skyraider’s radio call sign
during these operations) would pin down enemy troops so that the helicopters
could affect their rescues. Otherwise,
Skyraiders were used as general ground attack aircraft and two North Vietnamese
MiG 17’s were actually shot down by two Navy Skyraiders during two separate
engagements in 1966.
Production of the
Skyraider ended in 1957, and 3,180 of them were built. By 1972, age and lack of spare parts started
to catch up with the airplane, and the balance of the A-1’s remaining in Viet Nam were
transferred to the South Vietnamese Air Force.
Some of the
monikers attached to the Skyraider included Destroyer,
Able Dog, Hobo, Flying Dump Truck and Spad – the latter being a type of
World War I biplane. Go figure.
The Skyraider was
produced in too many versions to describe here, but variants included, in
addition to those already mentioned, a stretched cockpit version which could
carry eight passengers, and a turboprop aircraft known as the A2D Skyshark. The Skyshark was powered by a
huge Allison T-40 turbo shaft engine, which consisted of two smaller engines
geared to counter-rotating propellers through a complex gearbox assembly. The whole arrangement was troublesome, and
during the flight of one of these strange airplanes, the gearbox assembly
failed. Both propellers tore themselves
off the airplane, leaving its jet engines screaming uselessly all the way to
the emergency landing site. The A2D was
not one of the more successful Skyraider derivatives.
Nearly 20
Skyraiders are still airworthy, and the roar of the R-3350’s two stage
supercharger is loud enough that it sounds like an auxiliary jet engine.
The airplanes
size, sound, and appearance make it a truly impressive sight, both on the
ground and in the air.
Douglas Skyraider specifications AD-6 version:
Power: Wright R-3350 18 cylinder engine producing 2700
horsepower.
Armament: Four 20 mm cannon mounted in the wings. 7 bomb
racks mounted under each wing outer panel, 1 on each wing inner panel, and 1
rack under the fuselage center line.
Maximum Speed:
365mph.
Cruising Speed: 190 mph.
Maximum Loaded Weight: 25,000 pounds.
Empty Weight: 10,550 pounds.
Wingspan: 50 ft. 9
inches.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
In Search of Fire- Part Four...
Now that we'd found what we'd been looking for, I found it difficult to contain myself. The trail was sandy, and even with my Jeep in four wheel drive, I had to keep us moving. After snaking around patches of creosote, the trail brought us right next to the rocky overhang that we'd so desperately sought.
I felt as though we'd followed the modern equivalent of a treasure map-and that we'd succeeded. However, my elation was short-lived.
Within a few minutes of examining the rocks with his practiced eye, Ron determined that the opal here was not pure, and that it had none of the reddish colors that are normally associated with opal. That might explain why there were no fresh tire tracks in the area, except for ours.
Days on which I don't find exactly what I'm looking for in the desert are still enjoyable to me. The heat, the preternatural quiet, and the fact that I can say that I now know what lies on this spot that is off the "beaten path".
Rock-hound Ron surveys the opal deposit. The temperature was nearly 100 degrees at this point. I carry six gallons of drinkable water at all times when traveling in the desert. |
Within a few minutes of examining the rocks with his practiced eye, Ron determined that the opal here was not pure, and that it had none of the reddish colors that are normally associated with opal. That might explain why there were no fresh tire tracks in the area, except for ours.
Days on which I don't find exactly what I'm looking for in the desert are still enjoyable to me. The heat, the preternatural quiet, and the fact that I can say that I now know what lies on this spot that is off the "beaten path".
Not the best opal he's ever seen. |
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
In Search of Fire - Part Three..
Back in my Cherokee, Ron and I consulted the Google Maps satellite photograph again. After much discussion, we picked out the dirt road that seemed most likely to take us to the Opal deposit, and I started the engine.
The road we we wanted was roughly twelve miles South of Barstow. Engaging my four-wheel drive, I drove us along approximately five miles of alternately sandy and rocky trail- which was mostly level. Incredibly, the scenery did start to resemble that shown in the satellite images (fortunately, I still had cellular telephone coverage out there), and the rock formations began to look, well....familiar. "That's it!" exclaimed Ron, as he pointed to our left.
I snapped my head around, and to my amazement, the rock formation looked exactly like the one in the photograph!
To be continued...
The road we we wanted was roughly twelve miles South of Barstow. Engaging my four-wheel drive, I drove us along approximately five miles of alternately sandy and rocky trail- which was mostly level. Incredibly, the scenery did start to resemble that shown in the satellite images (fortunately, I still had cellular telephone coverage out there), and the rock formations began to look, well....familiar. "That's it!" exclaimed Ron, as he pointed to our left.
I snapped my head around, and to my amazement, the rock formation looked exactly like the one in the photograph!
To be continued...
Monday, September 3, 2012
In Search of Fire- Part Two...
So, let's see. With no GPS coordinates, we'd have to rely on whatever information I could glean from my "smart" phone and my DeLorme Atlas. This shouldn't have posed much of a problem. After all, there was a time during which I managed to find things without a GPS receiver.
Using the Google Maps function on my phone seemed to be the logical first step. And so it was, that I was able to find the turn-off on the "Maps" satellite view. The problem was that we still somehow missed it, and we wound up in down-town Barstow. It appeared to be a case of the dirt roads that we passed, not looking quite like the depiction in Google Maps.
Conveniently, our mistake took is right past the Mojave National Preserve information office, which is located on Route 247 on the outskirts of Barstow. Upon seeing this, Ron and I decided that actually asking directions might yield results.
The young woman in the park ranger uniform was very sweet, but not especially knowledgeable about trails that are not traveled by the tourist crowd. She referred us to the Bureau of Land Management ("BLM") field office, which, to our surprise,was right next door.
Never having set foot inside a BLM office before, I was expecting it to resemble the Mojave National Preserve information office. You know, helpful staff members, who could suggest the "right" maps to purchase for our trip, an exhibit or two on desert flora and fauna. etc.
Instead, we found ourselves inside an office, plain and simple. There, we were "greeted" by the receptionist, who eyed us with curiosity that bordered on open hostility. She asked us how she could help us, but the sub-text really was "what do you two want?"
At this point, I didn't think that we'd get any help here, and my suspicions were confirmed when the woman curtly referred us to the large map that was hanging on the wall in the waiting area.
Unable to located the trail turn-off on the BLM's hanging map, we thanked the receptionist - who seemed to warm up at this- and walked out to my Jeep.
To be continued.....
Using the Google Maps function on my phone seemed to be the logical first step. And so it was, that I was able to find the turn-off on the "Maps" satellite view. The problem was that we still somehow missed it, and we wound up in down-town Barstow. It appeared to be a case of the dirt roads that we passed, not looking quite like the depiction in Google Maps.
Conveniently, our mistake took is right past the Mojave National Preserve information office, which is located on Route 247 on the outskirts of Barstow. Upon seeing this, Ron and I decided that actually asking directions might yield results.
The young woman in the park ranger uniform was very sweet, but not especially knowledgeable about trails that are not traveled by the tourist crowd. She referred us to the Bureau of Land Management ("BLM") field office, which, to our surprise,was right next door.
Never having set foot inside a BLM office before, I was expecting it to resemble the Mojave National Preserve information office. You know, helpful staff members, who could suggest the "right" maps to purchase for our trip, an exhibit or two on desert flora and fauna. etc.
Instead, we found ourselves inside an office, plain and simple. There, we were "greeted" by the receptionist, who eyed us with curiosity that bordered on open hostility. She asked us how she could help us, but the sub-text really was "what do you two want?"
At this point, I didn't think that we'd get any help here, and my suspicions were confirmed when the woman curtly referred us to the large map that was hanging on the wall in the waiting area.
Unable to located the trail turn-off on the BLM's hanging map, we thanked the receptionist - who seemed to warm up at this- and walked out to my Jeep.
To be continued.....
Saturday, September 1, 2012
In Search of Fire- A Short Trip In Search of Opal..
At eight o'clock in the morning on August 1, 2012, the sun was already beginning to bake Southern California's "Inland Empire". I'd just arrived at my friend Ron's house. During the ten-minute drive to his house, I marveled at how little I know about the geology of the desert I love so much. Ron, on the other hand, is a "rock-hound". He'd found what appeared to be a promising opal deposit, after reading a description of it that was posted by someone on Google Maps. Ron had jotted the GPS coordinates down in a little notebook that he keeps for just such purposes, and our plan was simple. I would enter the coordinates into my portable GPS unit, and once we were in the general vicinity of the trail, we would let Mr. Garmin lead the way.
Well, it was after we had been tooling North bound on Highway 247 in my Cherokee, that we discovered that we'd left the little notebook containing the GPS coordinates back at Ron's house.
We DID remember to bring the photograph of the opal deposit, that Ron had printed out. My suggestion that Ron hold the photograph up to the Jeep's window until we came across a rock formation was met with a laugh. Even now, I don't think that Ron knows that I was half-serious.
More to follow...
Well, it was after we had been tooling North bound on Highway 247 in my Cherokee, that we discovered that we'd left the little notebook containing the GPS coordinates back at Ron's house.
We DID remember to bring the photograph of the opal deposit, that Ron had printed out. My suggestion that Ron hold the photograph up to the Jeep's window until we came across a rock formation was met with a laugh. Even now, I don't think that Ron knows that I was half-serious.
More to follow...
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