Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Hap Haszard Memorial - For Family and Friends

October 6, 1918 - April 12, 2012

 Hap requested the following poem to be shared with family and friends upon his passing:

Miss Me - But Let Me Go
by Father Michael Lennon

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free!

Miss me a little --- but not too long
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the LOVE we once shared
Miss me --- But Let Me Go.

For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone,
It's all a part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
MISS ME - BUT LET ME GO.

Hap's personal philosophy for life...
  1. Don't get angry unless it's something that will still matter after three years
  2. Give of yourself
  3. Forgive
  4. Forget and let it go
The payoff is you have no baggage, no regrets and you're FREE.

Hap's Send Off

Just as he passed away at San Diego Hospice, a student music group came into his room and played the following song. We thought it was the perfect send off for Hap...


Friday, April 20, 2012

Hap Haszard Memorial - Story of WWII

David asking Hap a question

This story was written on Hap's 91st birthday by David Wagner from Hap's stories the evening before.

When I heard Hap's reminisce of his flying days, I thought it worth recording a bit of what I heard.  After sharing a draft with Hap, I corrected some errors, and no doubt made a few more.  But here goes:

USN PBY-5A


During WW2, Hap was a young USN PBY-5A aircraft commander, serving in both the S. Atlantic and the Pacific.  His two engine Catalina PBY was perhaps the most successful flying boat ever.  It was used for fleet scouting, pilot rescue and anti-submarine defense.  They continued flying from oceans around the world for decades after the war, such as the one piloted by Pillip Costeau, used for Jacques' documentaries.  Haps -5A model was an amphibian, with retractable landing gear, like the one Costeau flew.  Even if a hard strip wasn't available, the wheels allowed it to roll up a ramp, for servicing.  At least some of the Catalinas, perhaps even the ones Hap flew, were built here in San Diego, where the Navy Space Warfare command is today.

The Catalina was designated PBY by the Navy, as a patrol bomber.  More often it's incredible range and visibility led to reconnaissance successes such as locating the Bismarck, and spotting the Japanese fleet approaching Midway.  In 1943 Hap's squadron was flying 12 hour missions out of Belem, Brazil, at the mouth of the Amazon.  They were protecting convoys crossing the South Atlantic, to England and in support of the North Africa battles against Rommel.   Even the southern convoy route was plagued by U-boat attacks

When he recounted this story on his 91st birthday, Hap recalled the roar of the two big radial engines, the 10-ft props spinning just behind the cockpit, at a deafening 105 decibels.  Hap and his crew would be stone deaf for a day after each long mission.  (I didn't find out if Hap was stone deaf on the day he met Pres. Franklin Delano Roosevelt; the presidential party spent a night in Belem, before crossing over to meet Churchill at Casablanca.  Hap's crew helped themselves to a few bottles of executive wine rations.)

A PBY's range and water landing capability meant relatively slow speed, which came with the long missions.  The other thing that came with the slow speed, paradoxically, was an attack mission; the PBY  'patrol bomber' was supposed to drop depth charges on enemy submarines, when they could be found.  All well and good, if the U-boat submerged; drop the two depth bombs and loiter to mark the spot until a destroyer could come along and prosecute a sustained attack.  But what if the sub didn't submerge?  The Kriegs marine gun crews sometimes fought it out with a slow-flying PBY attempting a low altitude attack.  Then the hunter become hunted, an easy target for crack German gunners, aiming a deck gun capable of anti-air or surface warfare.

The PBY's lack of offensive arms wasn't lost on young Hap, as he lumbered along at 105 mph with only a pair of 30 cal machine guns to shoot at a surfaced sub.  And so he hatched a plan.  He managed to upgrade his nose gun with a 50 cal., giving it improved range and hitting power.  But still not enough.  Somehow he scrounged a rapid fire 37mm anti-air auto canon from the Army Air Force. He engineered a way to mount the heavy steel pom-pom canon in the nose blister of his PBY.  Hap's idea was to attack with the coaxial 50 cal machine gun blazing, and when the tracers swung onto target, he would let loose with the big gun, before the enemy got him. The German captain certainly wouldn't be expecting 50 cal and an exploding 37mm shell from a lumbering PBY.  If nothing else Hap's heavy arms fire would tend to spoil the aim of the U-boat gunners.

A PBY had never been armed with a cannon before.  Hap encountered resistance in his own command, predictions the heavy gun could damage an airframe that wasn't designed for it.  But when word of his innovation reached the States, Hap was called back to the Norfolk Virginia shipyard, to explain his invention to the naval engineering bureaucracy.  'What was an Army gun doing on a Navy plane?'  While Hap was detached, en route to the States, another pilot was assigned to his plane. The PBY and crew kept flying war patrols. 

At this particular moment in the Battle of the Atlantic, German U-boat admirals had figured out that under-armed American PBY's were spoiling their convoy attacks.  The Krieg's marine decided to target PBY squadrons, engage in a war of attrition, thin their ranks.  As Hap was in Norfolk explaining his theory of offense, the German's commanded their U-boats to stay surfaced and fight it out with PBY's, knock them out of the sky.  In his absence, Hap's crew spotted a surfaced U-boat, and went in for the attack. But Hap's gun mounting system had been removed for study, the drawings and photos traveling with him to America.  The U-boat scored a hit on the cockpit, in exactly the kind of uneven contest Hap's invention would have equalized.  Hap's friend and copilot was killed.  The wounded PBY was able to recover back to base with the rest of the crew.

The Germans quickly discovered that a victory against a medium patrol bomber was not worth the risk of staying surfaced, risking a U-boat.  They rescinded the 'stand and fight' order the very next week.  The U-boat threat began to decline, and Hap's invention was never implemented, before the war ended.  We'll never know how it might have gone if Hap had been been there, loaded for bear, on the day his copilot was killed.  However, he retains the distinction of inventing and flying the most heavily armed PBY in the USN, the only one armed with a 37mm canon.  Who knows, perhaps his drawings and photos of the installation are still gathering dust at Norfolk, evidence of a forgotten story.

Rest in peace Hap.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Southwest Wrap Up

Since our Northwest Adventure last summer turned out differently than planned, we decided to try a new approach. Instead of planning the whole trip ahead of departure, we just planned a few days out at a time.  This method worked better for us.  Not only were we able to catch mostly good weather thanks to our smart phones and wifi connections (when we could get them), but also we were more open to spontaneous adventures like Faywood Hot Springs and camping on the Colorado River in Needles.

Below is a map of the final trip and a list of pages covering different sections.


Outbound

Inbound

Friday, April 13, 2012

Hwy 66 and Needles, CA

Since Flagstaff is located above 7000', it's a long downhill road after leaving and heading west.
I-40 west of Flagstaff



Flight of the Snowbirds or the Migration of the Toads 


Each Fall or Winter, snowbirds leave the colder climates of the north and head southward towards the southern states to escape the winter chill and bask in the warm sunshine of the desert southwest.  Most often they are driving large RV's towing a smaller car. Many flock back to the same locations year after year, using the large RV as their home and not moving it until just before Easter when they migrate back northward to reunite with their families again. The week before Easter we were surprised at the large number of toads (RV's with towed vehicles) we saw on the road headed home for the summer.




Historic Hwy 66

Route 66 is one of the original interstate highways in the US. Connecting Los Angeles with Chicago, it helped America get on the road earning its reputation as the "mother road." The more modern I-40 has mostly replaced large parts of the old Hwy 66; however, some stretches parallel I-40 while in other places Hwy 66 wanders a considerable distance away.  The old sections of the original Hwy 66 is steeped in nostalgia and guaranteed to bring back memories of two lane blacktops with a 55 mph speed limit complete with roadside attractions.
Historic Hwy 66 sign

Motel 66

Funky roadside attraction for bikers

Each roadside attraction has signs announcing itself for many miles to increase anticipation on an otherwise boring road when car radios afforded the only entertainment. The signs themselves can be pretty amusing.  My brother and I always clamored to stop at ones featuring Indian TeePees or dinosaurs.  Needless to say, the only places my Father would stop was for gas or a "pit stop."
Ooooo - an "Authentic" Indian Trading Post

Dinosaurs! Mom and Dad can we stop there?

This one sounds kind of creepy

The actual roadside attractions haven't changed much since my childhood.
"Authentic" Indian Trading Post

Yet another roadside attraction

I remember the Jack Rabbit stop

The road itself calls forth the most memories, attracting motorists and bikers from around the world. We drive one of the classical sections from Seligman to Kingman, AZ.
Old telephone poles with
glass insulators

Two lane blacktop with water mirage

Burma Shave signs

Needles and the Colorado River

After rejoining I-40 at Kingman, we descend into the low desert on our way to Needles.  We have been warned about possible crowds of raving teenagers on Spring Break running wild through the Colorado River playgrounds. Since we don't have a formal reservation and only a vague idea of where to stay in Needles, we approach with a bit of hesitation.
West of Kingman, AZ

Almost to the desert floor


With Peter's sharp eyes we find a camping spot right on the river at the Needles Marina RV Park. Even though we can only stay for one night (a Thursday) to make way for weekend campers with reservations, we really scored on this one.
Campsite on the Colorado River

A Room with a View

Ahhh ... this is the life

View from camp chair

just watching the world go by


The evening is very pleasant. We enjoy a long sunset and twilight.
Coots along shoreline at sunset

Full moon rising

All quiet on the western front

Unfortunately our peace and quiet is short lived. In the morning, we learn Peter's Dad is very ill, so we make a beeline back to San Diego to be with family.
Cajon Pass at the northern edge of the Los Angeles Basin



Thursday, April 12, 2012

Sedona

We get an early start from Gallup and soon find ourselves crossing the border back into Arizona.
Welcome to Arizona sign 



Although we have both visited the Petrified Forest as kids, we decide to take a short detour to the Visitors' Center. Next time we'll take more time to drive through the Petrified Forest and the Painted Desert.
Entrance to the Park

Visitors' Center


We learn from a video that these trees came from a Late Triassic forest which was covered with ash during a volcanic eruption. Over the eons, the cell structure of the trees gradually mineralized preserving the trees in brillant colors.
Mineralized rings of a petrified tree

Large petrified trunk

Common dinosaur from the Late Triassic 

At one point we had planned to camp at Homolovi State Park, Hopi for “Place of the Little Hills.” In addition to camping facilities, this state park encompasses at least two major archeological sites of large Anasazi (ancestors to the Hopi) pueblos. Next trip we plan to spend more time here.
Visitors' Center at Homolovi

Flagstaff backed by the San Francisco Peaks


After an excellent lunch in Flagstaff, we head south down into Oak Creek Canyon. As we get deeper into the canyon, the views become more and more spectacular.
Pine trees and magnificent cliffs

Cottonwoods with peak

Red sandstone buttes are what Sedona is famous for

Uh oh... major traffic jam in Sedona... but this is a weekday??? Maybe we shouldn't have tried to come here during Easter Week. We learn later that Sedona is particularly popular with tourists from the Phoenix area. Oh well, we've been pretty good at avoiding crowds until now.
Easter Week traffic jam in Sedona



We find our campsite at Rancho Sedona RV Park and get settled.  It's a beautiful park and we would have loved it IF it weren't completely full to the brim.
Our campsite

Wonderful views from our campsite

Peter at park entry

We decide to take a hike away from town to avoid crowds. Unfortunately, jeep tours are a favorite local activity and we are tailed by Pink Jeep Tours and just about every other color of jeep tour you can think of.
Pink Jeep tour #1

Red jeep tour

Pink Jeep Tour #99 

Time to find the trail and get away from all the jeep roads. Ah, much nicer hiking on a trail.
View from trail



It is very beautiful here and we can see why it attracts so many tourists.
Sandstone butte


Peter on hike



Spring flowers bloom below buttes

As the afternoon wears on, shadows deepen and colors turn from reds to purples.
Sedona backed by sandstone peaks

Our shadows grow in the late sun light


As we turn back towards our campsite, we check out some of the local sights along the way.
Gate to Sedona Creative Life Center

Looks New Agey
complete with pyramid

Historic Sedona home

It was a lovely hike. Next time we'll try to avoid the tourist season and stay longer to explore.
Panorama with shadow signature



The next morning we're up early to start back towards California.  Even though we retrace our steps back out of Oak Creek Canyon, it looks different coming the opposite way in morning light.
We begin to climb out of the canyon

Road narrows...

almost to the top

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