There I was, April of 2020, having just been called back to work after a brief COVID furlough. I got the call to report to the airport in two hours, as we had a trip flying the Beechjunk from KCRQ to KOPF with a kidney aboard.
We get the cooler with the kidney and blast off. Aside from me figuring out how to reset a kidney cooler mid-flight, we land in DFW and then OPA without incident. We were supposed to go to a hotel and return in the morning, but the captain (and me, for that matter) didn't really want to hang out in COVID-infested FL at some flea-bag hotel. We were both feeling pretty alert, and we were Part 91 at that point, so we decided to fuel up and blast off for home. It was about 11pm EST. We landed in DFW for gas, which of course took way too long in the middle of the night, but after a cup of coffee and a brief discussion we decided to press on.
I kept checking the weather at KCRQ, which was (of course, at that time of year), very low fog. We also had a little bit more wind on the nose than forecast, so we would be a little light on fuel when we got there. A missed approach and a diversion to PSP would be possible, but only just barely. We'd been flying for 9 hours at that point, and "at work" for perhaps 13. We would be shooting that ILS24 back into CRQ right about 0500. The coffee definitely wasn't working as well anymore.
Somewhere over the Sangre de Cristo mountains of New Mexico, we looked over at each other and asked "what in the hell are we doing here?" The decision was taken to divert to PHX to grab some gas and a few hours of shuteye and let the fog burn off.
We completed the trip the next day at about 11am after some sleep and breakfast, and I am still here to talk about it.
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