Around that same time, I was up on the Seward Pennisula. A new pilot showed up at one of the bush "airlines" servicing the villages around Nome. He'd washed out of AF training and was flying a beat out Navajo. I flew into Nome with him (as a Pax) from a bush village. Got to Nome and had dinner with some friends (the usual bush suspects: doctors, teachers, wildlife biologists). I told them about my crazy flight to Nome. A few folks perked up and we all started comparing notes about this dude. One of the nurses and several other Pax had been returning from Savoonga to Nome (~150nm over the Bering Sea) when this Sierra Hotel Cowboy decided to do rolls out over the ocean. Yes, we all did write a collectively signed letter to his employer. Maybe the same guy? As I recall, he found new employment where he eventually augered in.
