A guy I know that is now a retired broadcast engineer here has talked not so fondly about setting up equipment at some of those stations in the mid 50's. Sounded like a horrible experience from his perspective.
Yeah, we heard stories about the og equipment installers, they had it rougher than we did. All of our work was indoors, all we had to do was get inside from the airplane and at one site in particular that little walk was something I'll never forget.
THE FLIGHT and the WALK:
6 of us travelled to the northernmost DEW site in a Twin Otter turboprop at night. The closer we got to the site the more turbulence we had. The plane aborted two landings due to winds and each time we came around all we could see was what appeared to be flares all set up in a straight line. The pilot brought the plane around for final approach and the aircraft was side slipping so bad in the wind that I could see the flares coming straight at me at times. The pilot was a little late at throwing in right rudder for touchdown so we came down hard on the right ski. The plane lurched to the left and we could hear the right wingtip drag on the ice, then the plane lurched to the right and so on until he finally got it leveled out. Scared the bejesus out of us all. While taxiing to the site the plot says "Not too bad this time, huh fellas?" What?! I thought I was dead for sure.
The plane pulls up alongside the building, too dark for us to see well but looked like a hundred ft. or so and the Sarge says "Suit up for extreme cold weather". So we're all suited up with wool long johns, fatigues, extreme cold weather suits, parkas with fox fur snorkel hoods, mittens, mukluks and our backbpacks and the Sarge says "When exiting the plane hook your right arm around the tether rope and close your snorkel hood opening with your left hand", "Do not for any reason try to see out", "Just keep walking blind until someone at the building stairway grabs you". I'm thinking, come on, this seems like some serious overkill......until I step off the plane in -70°f temps and the 40 knot winds hit my side. I might as well have been naked!!! I felt like someone ran a frozen saber through my ribcage, every muscle in my body cringed. -120°f-ish is evil cold.
Once in the building I was greeted by a man named Fritz who was missing his left nostril and earlobe from exposure, 10 seconds of exposure according to his story. For some reason I had a sudden change of attitude and a newfound respect for the men and women who built and maintained those sites so we would have warning in the event of an ICBM launch from Russia.
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