“MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY…Cessna 9 [unintelligible].”
Another pilot on the frequency replied: “14A, how far north of the shoreline are you?”
“Right in the middle. I’m out here by…there…there’s a boat going by… there’s a tanker getting drug. I am out in the middle, and I’m going down now. I’m going in the water.”
It was 4:40 p.m. on January 26, 2021. The pilot, in the middle of the 10-mile Strait of Juan de Fuca between Victoria, British Columbia, and Port Angeles, Washington, alone in his 1949 Cessna 170A, had left Ketchikan, Alaska, more than six and a half hours earlier, heading to Port Angeles. He almost made it.
The other pilot asked: “Are you east or west of the [U.S.] Coast Guard station at Port Angeles, if you can tell…
