I almost embarrassed myself last Sunday.
We were flying a crash victim from rural Alabama to Birmingham, a place I have been to before. In years gone by I have flown out of Birmingham's old Caraway hospital, and have been up to Birmingham from Auburn and down to Birmingham from Huntsville.
So I wasn't too concerned about flying into Birmingham. I could have used Google Earth on my smartphone to look at the lay of the land before departing the pickup location, when spare time was abundant. I could have found some visual checkpoints to make sure that I knew exactly where we were to land. But no.
So as we approached the University of Birmingham's sprawling campus with multiple tall buildings from the east, a new way in. I set about finding this helipad that I had flown to before, with eyeballs darting to and fro.
My eyes quickly locked onto a beautiful red and white rooftop pad. A part of my brain said, "got you!" So I said, "okay, I see a pad."
Then I did something right (even a blind squirrel gets a nut once in a while).
I asked the crew - Steve and Rebecca - for assistance and confirmation. After all, crews at bases are much more familiar with the area of operations than a relief pilot who shows up once in a blue moon.
Rebecca said, "the pad is right over here at your three o'clock." I wasn't looking that way. But the pad I was looking at was so pretty, and it was right there for the taking... Then, an un-dumb question,
"okay, is there more than one helipad here?"
"Yes, there are three" she said.
I said, "are we looking for that other one on the big mirrored building?"
Rebecca said, "no, that's the children's hospital, ours is over to the right more."
Finally - I looked where she had been prompting, letting go of the wrong pad that my eyes liked so much. And there was my old friend - the UAB pad - looking just like it had a couple of years back...
We landed without incident, at the right place.
Thanks to the assistance provided by a flight crew...
|Click image to enlarge. UAB pad is top center.|