Ninety five percent of the time flights from John Wayne takeoff and land toward the south. That’s where the rich folks live! To appease the beach communities there are noise abatement procedures outbound from SNA.
Takeoffs are so unusual, the pilot usually briefs the passengers so they’ll know what they’re about to experience is OK!
Today Sully actually stood in the aisle holding the PA’s telephone handset upside down as he explained. At the end he proclaimed, “God bless America.” That got a round of applause, but somehow felt weirdly creepy.
Please don’t misunderstand. I’m all for God blessing America. It just seemed an unusual setting.
We took off and climbed to 800 feet. Then the pilot dropped the nose and pulled back on the throttle. You hear and feel it right away. The plane slowed as the engines spooled down.
Unless it’s your first flight, you instantly know it’s wrong.
Once we cleared the shore, up went the revs and nose. It couldn’t have taken more than a minute or two.
This is a new route for me. We headed north, just offshore, over the Pacific. Then, around Silicon Valley turned inland flying by San Jose Airport and Stanford University’s football stadium.
I could see the San Francisco and Oakland skylines as we headed up the bay toward SFO.
We’re back in the air now, over the Sierras. There’s a little snow below. It’s the exception, not the rule.
There is WiFi on this flight, but the payment processor is broken. No Internet for me. I’ll post this after we land from Milwaukee.