Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Gateway To The Pacific and Next Stop...???

Ah, the Golden Gate Bridge....The Gateway to the Pacific, as it's known.

Seeing it in a book or on a postcard is one thing, but getting the chance to fly over it, as I've done so many times, is as exhilarating and beautiful as it is to stand next to it on a beautiful San Francisco day or walk across it. If you haven't done so yet, put this gem on your bucket list.

Unfortunately, after viewing the documentary, The Bridge, it also brings up sad thoughts of those who use the bridge for other means to deal with or end their troubled lives.


So, moving along now...Today was a gorgeous day to fly as there was no weather anywhere on the West Coast. I lived in San Francisco for a few years and have visited "The Bridge" many times and by many means. I even had the once in a lifetime chance to fly right over the top of it, from West to East, in formation with another aircraft. Now, that was cool!

A friend of mine has the job to keep the bridge painted and looking beautiful 365 days a year. He said that they start painting on one end and by the time they reach the other end, it's time to start over again. Yes, that's his job, painting and caring for the mighty orange bridge. I do hope he doesn't take extras home to do his house. ;)

Ah, yes, the Bridge. Once, during college, I was sailing on a 32-foot Ericson around the inside of the San Francisco Bay with some friends. I don't know what got into us, but without checking Navigational charts or tidal movements, we decided to go out underneath the bridge and into the beautiful Pacific Ocean. Why? Why not? Yup, next stop Hawaii! Of course it was one of the stunning days like in the photo above and sailing underneath the bridge was amazing, to say the least and just had to be done. Nothing could stop us or change our minds. We were invincible! Young, strong, smart, and adventurous. HA!

We were bookin' brah with the sails up and cruzin' Westward towards and under the Bridge very quickly. Then, once well past the bridge about a mile or so and over the winds and our joyous sounds came, "Prepare to come about!" This nautical term to swing the craft 180 degrees was command by my brother, Terry, who has since passed away. This term gives everyone a 'heads up', or should I say a 'heads DOWN' command because when he quickly spins that control wheel around, the main sail boom is going to swing from one side of the boat to the other with such a speed and force that it would easily knock a person overboard into the ocean and quite possibly knock him or her out too. A very well respected command it is, my friend. Many people have been hit by the boom. Yup, we "came about", as the sailing command states, and came to a sudden, complete STOP in the ocean and were still headed out to sea...BACKWARDS! Yup, next stop Hawaii...fa reals, brah!!

The tide was in full force headed out and we had no wind to make any headway back into the Bay. There was a moment of panic about the 32-foot Ericson, which had just moments ago held a happy bunch novices fresh from Sam's Cafe'. Oh, it was quiet, all right. There was NO wind to aid in our return. Panic began to break out internally throughout the group.

For the record, Ferdinand Magellan, in 1519, gave the name to the Pacific Ocean, for what he described as a "beautiful, peaceful" ocean. It was named Pacific, meaning peaceful. Well, let me tell you that 'ole Ferdinand never sailed Westward under the Golden Gate Bridge after throwing back quite a few ;) bottles of the the 'ole vino at Sam's Café in Tiburon! Oh, and the Fried Calamari rocks at Sam's too, by the way.

Crap! Yeah, that's really what we said too...not! So, down came the sails and up came our trusty motor. We fired all the single digit horsepower stallion had to give up and we, no kidding, had 1 knot of forward speed back into San Francisco Bay. Oh, we got quite a view of the Bridge this time. Quite a view as it took us probably almost an hour just to traverse the distance underneath it. Yes, it was silent abroad the sailboat and we lumbered along for hours trying to make it back into Alameda Harbor with the immense power of Mother Nature's outgoing tide. Were we going to have enough gas? No idea at that time, but we did. Mother Nature...She is not to be underestimated nor fooled with at any time.

There you have it. San Francisco Bay and the Gateway to the Pacific, The Golden Gate Bridge. Please visit and let's go sailing sometime. Especially now that I'm a "Captain" 

Plane...boat...same same. 

Mahalo for flying and sailing with Captain Bobby Mitchel

Monday, September 26, 2011

Sometimes Ya Just Gotta Go All Out Beef!

We're often asked, "What's the deal with 'Happy Hippie Sunday' and you guys?" Well, that's the subject of a 'soon to come' post but I will briefly touch on it here as it relates to this story, and the recipe that follows.

One of our rituals associated with this special day that we call 'Hippie Sunday' is to share coffee or tea on our lanai with Kona and Malu, while enjoying an array of fresh fruit and maybe a muffin, bagel or steel cut oatmeal. We also put on the music. Or sometimes, we do our Hippie Sunday Brunch watching CBS Sunday Morning because it's full of happy, peaceful, interesting, entertaining, and educational stories. It's not the dreadful CNN or FOX News drama and media-hyped, attention-getting stories of death and destruction. Ya see, even writing that was kind of a buzz kill. We no like drama; we like happy and peace. More later on HHS.

Yesterday was Sunday and life is good! 

So, it was another relaxing day of resting, swimming, being together, being outdoors, good eats [as Alton Brown would call it], and great wine, BUT.....Yes, there was fresh fruit for breakfast and some nuts and veggie snacks during the day, but yesterday was one of those....beef days!

Sometimes ya just gotta go all out beef! And if you're going to do it, you must do it right. We have many friends and relatives who are Vegetarian or Vegan and I certainly salute you folks. But, you better look away now, because this won't be pretty for you.

This Sunday, yesterday, I made a recipe from my book. Well, it was 3 recipes, made into a perfect Sunday meal.

Bacon Wrapped Filet Mignon with Béarnaise Sauce
 Grilled Balsamic Artichoke with Lemon Garlic Aioli
Onolicious Baked Stuffed Potato 
Served with a Bold Cabernet

Here you go!...Bliss on a plate, brah


Look good? So, how was it? Amazing, I believe. It rocked! Hey, but I'm a little biased, though. Dawn took charge of the sauces and quik-steaming and cleaning out the artichokes and I did the grilling. We purchase our meat from a local butcher called the Roseville Meat Company. Our great friends Jeff and Suzie turned us on to them. A couple of months ago I began talking with the owner about their meats, and especially their 'secret' Maui Marinaded chicken and ribs. Well, the owner and his family are originally from Maui and it's his Grandfather's own 'secret' recipe', handed down. You gotta love those things in life! And small world syndrome too struck once again. Having your own local butcher on the corner is kind of like having your own...well...you know what I mean. You trust them and you know where their stuff comes from and it's good. Yeah, Foodland, Safeway, or whateva..they're not meat stores, if you get my drift.

Moving right along now, tonight we sat down to this meal and watched the premiere to Amazing Race. By the way, the filet on this plate cost $11.28. Definitely better than going out, huh? I elected to not show pre-cooked or sliced open pictures. Why? I don't know. Yup, they will be in the book, though.



The Grilled Artichoke recipe I've posted before and the 'perfect' baked potato is one of mine too. Yeah, I know an artichoke or baked potato may not seem hard or even special, but these are worthy enough to add. I'm sure everyone has his or her own recipe, but this is mine. Most of the creations I have are complex, but these two in particular are simple and always good to have on hand. More importantly, if you don't cook them right, they're not worth cooking at all.

So, what about the bacon wrapped filet recipe? Well, that you're going to have to get from the book, or contact me personally. Cooking the 'perfect' filet is an art, to say the least. It takes a lot of practice, experience, timing, etc. to get it just right. But when you do, it is worth every penny.

To properly sear and grill a filet in not just temperature and timing. It about those in addition to touch, pushback, resting, timing, thickness, open or closed BBQ, placement, and flipping. I mean, how many times have you heard Gordon Ramsay yell, "Shut it down!" after his so-called chefs on Hell's Kitchen waste filet after filet after filet? It's not easy. So, if you'd like to try one, let me know and I'd be glad to throw a filet on the barbie for ya.

One last look and a little closer this time.


Mmmmm...Grill marks too....Now that is onolicious, brah! Cheers to you and yours this and every Sunday!

Mahalo for cooking with Captain Bobby Mitchel

Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?

Driving home from the airport the other day, I turned the corner and approached our gate. As I made the left turn, something caught my eye when I rounded the corner. As I straightened out I could now see that a line of quite large wild turkeys were making their way across the road in front of me.




I slowed down to a crawl and continued to approach them as best I could without startling them. I thought to myself, "Now, how cool is this?" Since, we've moved up to Catta Verdera last year we've had the company of not only these turkeys, but also deer, quail, geese, eagles, and a fox.


In an orderly fashion, the entire 'bunch' of turkeys made their way across the road and the last one stopped and stared back at me for a moment and it was perfect timing to catch this photo of him/her before entering the bushes on the other side of the road.




After I got home I decided to share these photos with my Facebook friends. Not only did I think it was cool, but I thought it was ironic that these turkeys decided to venture our way and I'm in the middle of writing a cookbook! Ha!


So, up the post went when I realized that I was a bit unsure what you call a 'bunch' of turkeys. 'Gang' immediately came to my mind, but I had to do some research first. I couldn't let this Punahou boy make such a mistake, especially with an Iolani girl in the home too. Off to the Google search page I went to find some information. So the answer is: Flock, Rafter, or Gang. Okay, two of them I've heard of, but Rafter? Not so much. And Gang? Hey, I live in California! So, that was my title for my Facebook post: Flock? Rafter? Gang? Up it went and quickly came the first comment from my friend, Alisa. She posted, "Oh, look at those lovely dinner entrees." Classic!


I changed the Facebook title to Flock? Rafter? Gang? Entrée?


Now, it's late September so this 'Rafter' of turkeys better make scarce come November or someone (not me) just might make them into an entrée.


One last thing. We have yet to encounter the dreaded rattlesnake that is supposed to be around tho area. Dawn has come across snakes while running, but no rattlers. We did get Kona Kai (my First Officer) a series of rattlesnake shots prior to the summer, just in case she gets bit while we are out hiking, walking, etc. It is supposed to "buy us some time" while we get her to a Vet, if bitten. Now that Fall is here, we may be safe.


Mahalo for flying with Captain Bobby Mitchel

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Mama and Baby Humpback Having Fun in Maui

Just a little something to make you say "Wow!" at the end of your day today. Enjoy 




So, did it work?

Mahalo for flying with Captain Bobby Mitchel

Monday, September 12, 2011

Stratovolcano Captured From Above

Mount St. Helens erupted on the morning of 18 May 1980. I remember it well as it happened just 13 days prior to my High School graduation in Hawaii. I was on my way to the University of Washington and had no idea what I was in for after the eruption. Hey, Seattle's about 95 miles away, but when you grow up on an island, everything stay close, brah.


You can see in the photo even after 31 years how much devastation the eruption did to the surrounding landscape in Northern Oregon. 150 miles of forest was destroyed and a massive chunk of the volcano's North face was completely blown off.

The volcano went from 9,677 feet to 8,365 feet. Still standing tall in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, Mount St. Helens still steams now and then. Mother Nature is not pau.

Mahalo for flying with Captain Bobby Mitchel

Sunday, September 11, 2011

“Just Minutes Before” (An Airline Pilot’s View)

September 11, 2001

“Just Minutes Before”
An Airline Pilot’s View
(Abridged)



This was a day that changed America for everyone. A day where terror not only struck our great country, but a day that foreigners attacked us on our soil. It was a day that truly affected every single American of any age. The world watched, as we did, in horror. Everyone I know has a story of how that day touched him or her personally and how those events that day unfolded in their lives. September 11th changed the lives and world for everyone and its impact is still felt today, ten years later. Just ask anyone about it and you'll see it in his or her eyes, see the deep breath taken, and probably see a tear. I do and I feel it too…still.

Today is the anniversary of what we all now call '911' and this is how I experienced the events of that day. I’m often asked if I was flying that day. Yes, I was; I was flying right next to New York City that morning. Yes, I was just minutes ahead of the airplanes that were hijacked and flew straight into the World Trade Center (Twin Towers). And, yes, I still think about that day almost every time I fly, especially when I fly out on the East coast and near New York City. And yes, I still feel it and still sometimes shed a tear.

I often still think it could have been me just as I did that day after we landed and watched the horrific events unfold. What would I have done? Were they on the radios with me?

I was a First Officer, still fairly new at Southwest Airlines. I had been flying commercially for 3 years and 4 months at that point, but still flying for the United States Air Force Reserves, going on 17 years.

Here is my story, my remembrance of the events of 911.

I began a 4-day, AM trip, back and forth across the country with Captain Dick Hoover. Starting in Oakland, we had scheduled layovers in Islip, New York, Orange County, California, and Windsor Locks, Connecticut before heading back home to Oakland, California. We never finished the trip. I had flown with Dick a few times before and enjoyed each trip. A retired F-16 pilot from the Air Force, Dick was overwhelmingly nice, soft spoken, and a wonderful family man.

Although I had been with Southwest for a bit over 3 years now, I was still relatively new to flying on the East Coast since I was from Hawaii, lived in England for a bit, and spent most of my adult life on the West Coast of the United States. After 17 years in the Air Force, I was a Commercial Airline Pilot now. I was carrying civilians; people going to visit relatives, attend family events, Grandmas and Grandpas, families with children going on vacation, business people traveling for work, and often times people afraid to fly. It was different from the fighters, cargo planes, and tankers that I’d been flying for so many years. I was an Airline Pilot now. A pilot, First Officer or Captain in training, bus driver of the sky, and sometimes tour guide. Whatever we’re called, we are professionals with an amazing job and incredible responsibility and I love it. I love each and every day I go to ‘work’ because I enjoy seeing the happy faces on the thousands of people I fly from point A to point B. I’ve been flying for 27 years now and it still amazes me that I take a piece of metal weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds and fly it up tens of thousands of feet into the sky, and safely bring it back to earth, settling down on a small strip of concrete.

So, day three of our trip started just like any other day at Southwest Airlines. Dick and I arrived at out jet, pre-flighted, loaded up, and took-off from Bradley International headed for Baltimore. We were completely full, every single seat taken for our one-hour trip down the Eastern Seaboard to Baltimore. It was ‘my leg’, as we often call it. It was my turn to fly, my turn to take-off, and my turn to land. Everything was going smoothly as we ascended to the mid-20s in altitude, leveled off, and cruised down the East coast that morning.

Our route of flight took us right down the coastline, past New York City, Newark, and Philadelphia. Commonly, the pilot not doing the takeoff and landing does all the personal addresses (PAs) to the passengers. I remember asking Dick if I could talk to the passengers as we approached New York City. Like I mentioned, I was quite unfamiliar with the East Coast and I had (and still have not) never been to New York City.

It was different though, today. Something was definitely different about today’s weather and both Dick and I reflected and talked about it. We were at 20-some thousand feet and I could look out the front and left side cockpit windows and see EVERYTHING in the city, everything down the coast, and even Baltimore when we were some 90 miles away from it.

On that day it was incredibly clear, not a cloud in the sky, no haze layer, and not a bit of the white sheen or glare that I so often see while flying. It was stunning! Crystal clear for so many miles. Crystal! Even to this day I still cannot seem to recall a clearer day of flying than on 911 and every clear day I fly, the events of that morning replay over and over in my head. What if it had been us? What would we have done?

Although still a bit unfamiliar with my East Coast geography, I did the PA that morning. “Well folks, from the cockpit, this is your First Officer and we have leveled off…” That morning I told the passengers that if they looked out the left side of the airplane they could see downtown New York City, JFK Airport, Central Park, the Brooklyn Bridge, Newark, Yankee Stadium, Ellis Island, and the Statue of Liberty. That’s really all I knew and could point out, but the sky was so beautifully pristine.

I could not point out the World Trade Center as I was not very familiar with its location. I am now as are we all. I also did not know at that point that American Airlines Flight 11 and United Airlines Flight 175 were right behind us and quite possible on the same radio frequency as us. I did not know that this beautiful city I was looking at and describing to my 137 passengers was, within minutes, about to become a scene of unfathomable horror, that over 3,000 people would lose their lives, that families were about to be torn apart, and that our world as we knew it was about to change forever.

We continued on our flight and began our descent into Baltimore Washington Airport just as we crossed abeam New York City, as is common with East Coast Air Traffic Control. We had no idea what was about to happen right behind us in a matter of just a few minutes. No-one knew, except the 19 hijackers that had taken over the controls of 4 heavy jet airliners, full of fuel, and turned them around headed back towards the city.

We landed in Baltimore at 0843 EST, 3 minutes before AA Flight 11 hit the north tower of the World Trade Center. Dick parked our airplane, and we began to get ready for our outbound flight on to the next destination. I don’t remember where it was to because it never happened. Our day was done, but we didn’t know it yet.

After parking, I went up the jetway into the airport terminal. It was dead quiet, eerie, and people were huddled all together in various parts of the terminal. All the televisions were on the same channel and people, hundreds of people, were gathered around each one, staring up in silence at the many screens of the high mounted television monitors. I asked the agent what was going on and he said that an airplane just flew into the World Trade Center. I looked at the screen filled with smoke as the tower was black and burning. I said out loud, “We were just there!” Someone mentioned that a small plane had accidentally run into the building and I replied with, “That’s no small plane, that is a large plane, like a 757 or 767.”

I stood there with all the silent people, just hearing a few whispers, and gasps of disbelief from our awaiting passengers. Then, while glued to the screen, I watched the second plane, UA Flight 175, hit the second building. Everyone now knew that something was wrong, that something terrible has happened to our world just then. This was no accident.

We all know the events that transpired on that day from this point on. Everyone knows where he or she was at that moment in time. Everyone has a story of how it did and still does affect their lives every day, especially today, 10 years later.

As an airline pilot, and now Captain, I know how it changed me. I recall the events of that day often, just like it was yesterday. It replays through my head like a movie. We were right ‘there’…we were right in front of those planes by minutes. I don’t know what I’d done if, on that day, our plane was one of the ones selected by the terrorists. We were full of fuel. Our flight path took us right down the coast by New York City within minutes of the attack. Things (procedures) were different back then. Cockpits were breached. Those pilots were removed from their cockpit seats and their aircraft were taken over. Nothing like this had happened before.

Why not us? I do not know. I do know, however, that we were completely full, every seat on our airplane was occupied. The terrorists had flown and watched the routes of the different airliners and selected big airplanes, on long-haul routes requiring an immense fuel load, and schedules where the flight was not full of passengers, thus allowing easier access to the cockpits. Ironically, we were probably not a good choice.

I also know that the hijackers had flown the routes numerous times, as passengers and sometimes posing as flight crew (pilots) in uniforms with badges and sitting sometimes even in the jumpseat of various airlines. It’s been said that Mohammed Atta, posing as a pilot, sat in the jumpseat (in the cockpit) numerous times while traveling up and down the coast during the planning stages of the attacks.

Aircraft security, airport security, and our in-flight procedures when faced with that type of situation was different back then. It’s different now and still changes frequently as new terror threats transpire in our world. I do know that I will never allow anyone to access the controls of my aircraft while in flight. No one will ever get another chance to use it as a weapon, as was done on 911. I'm sure all pilots feel the same way now. At that time, 10 years ago, none of us considered such an act conceivable. Those brave and professional pilots on board those aircraft had no idea what could and was about to happen. None of us were, at that time, trained for this type of invasion.

So, on this day, 10 years later, why do I write this? Like I mentioned, everyone has a story, everyone remembers the details of that day and how it affected him or her. That day, September 11th, changed our world and it changed me as a pilot, a Captain of an airplane. How I fly, who I fly, what I look for when I stand in the jetway and greet each and every one of MY customers that comes on board. I do it with a smile and an immense sense of pride because I have the privilege to earn my living flying people so many different places. I get to meet new friends, see those Grandmas and Grandpas, watch those families going on vacation to Disneyworld, show young kids the cockpit, and calm the first time flier. I love my job.

But safety is serious business and always my first concern. I still feel for the crews and passengers that our profession lost on that day. I feel for the people and families that were innocently traveling or working, the ones that lost lives and their loved ones. Do I profile the passengers that board my plane? You bet I do! I look for many things, not race or gender, but a myriad of subtle signs. Air travel is different today. I will continue to fly professionally and to do all I can to secure the safety of my passengers and customers (my friends). Things have changed. The brave crew and passengers of United Airlines Flight 93 showed us heroism in the face of unimaginable tragedy. America is different, air travel is different, and passengers are different. We, Americans, are all now united against a common enemy.

Never again.

God Bless America



Timeline:
11 Sep 2001
Flight 145
Aircraft 357 (Boeing 737-300)
Captain Dick Hoover
First Officer Robert Mitchel Svetz
BDL/BWI (Bradley International / Baltimore Washington International)
Depart: 0745 EST
Arrive: 0843 EST
137 Passengers / 5 Crew

North Tower: 0846 EST
South Tower: 0902 EST
Pentagon: 0937 EST


Mahalo for flying with Captain Bobby Mitchel