Gary Bridgestock:
CLASS OF 1971

Aliso Elementary SchoolClass of 1971
Laguna beach, CA
Oregon Institute of TechnologyClass of 1989
Klamath falls, OR
Laguna Beach High SchoolClass of 1977
Laguna beach, CA
Thurston Middle SchoolClass of 1973
Laguna beach, CA
Gary's Story
Life!
To sum it up? "WOO HOO! "
Flying and adventure have always been my passion, while fortune and luck have been as close and favored companions as the friends I've enjoyed my adventures with. A summary of my life would include the following: Soloed at age 14 in gliders. Bought and flew a hang glider at age 15. Skydived at 16. Air traffic controller and instructor at age18 (Travis Radar Approach Control). Learned to rock and ice climb during my time in the USAF. Luckily, I survived one snow avalance, and then one rock avalanche (the latter on El Cap, in Yosemite), a 65+' fall on Fairview Dome, Yosemite, in addition to a large number of other falls while climbing (x-rays of dislocations and scars are available to show for it). I've been able to enjoy over 30 years of climbing and adventure, and though the accidents have been limited in relation to the number of adventures I've enjoyed, they have been monumentally memorable (read that; painful). In college, I began Kayaking, and ran some phenomenal class 4's in Oregon, including numerous outings down the Wild and Scenic Section of the Rogue River. One of my favorite spots in the middle of this wilderness is a place called Paradise Bar, which has a cabin that belonged to one of my favorite writers, Zane Grey, and an old, wooden boat with which he used to run the Rogue's wild rapids.
In May 2006, I went on one of the most unique and extraordinary adventures of my life, during which I explored Blue John Canyon, site where a young man named Aron Ralston was pinned by a boulder for 6 days, and had to amputate his arm to escape. (Addendum: This has recently been chronicled in the movie; "127 hours", and I've been back two times since.) I recently enjoyed the great pleasure of meeting Aron in Golden, Colorado. This young man is one of the most humble and impressive celebrities I've had the chance to meet...right up there with Chuck Yeager's wingman, Bob Hoover, who is another, "Gentleman's gentleman!" I've found that, out of all the adventuring and good (as well as bad) times I've had, the best part has been meeting such a wide mix of people, and making incredibly close friends through it all.
Other short careers: One season as a Fire fighter for the USFS (During which I experienced an interesting adventure when a crownover event occurred; trees were exploding on the mountain, and going up in flames all around us as we ran for our lives), Sawmill slave (Before I did it, I thought it a romatic avocation), College Outdoor Program Director, Student Body President (Oregon Institute of Technology), Flight Instructor, Jump Pilot (Yeah, nearly bought it after a skydiver threw a chute over my tail and he went underneath), Charter Pilot, & Freight Dog, which involved flying freight over the Cascades (I got my job as a result of the death of another freight dog - which was the only way to get a pilot slot at that company at the time); each of the last couple job's offered it's own unique set of hazards and adventures, and looking back, while I don't regret those days, I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore. Today I'm a proud father of three girls, and I'm married to my best friend (whom I proposed to while upside down in an aerobatic airplane - heh heh, quite fun, but I had to propose to her again once we were on the ground because she wasn't sure what had just happened). I'm now flying jets for a living. High points in my life: Marriage and the birth of my girls, doing lom-che-vaks and inverted flat spins in an Extra 300 with my aerobatics hero Wayne Handley as I passed 10,000 hours flight time, all of those great times with close friends, and, well...just surviving this long and arriving at this point in my life. I'm now looking forward to checking off some of the last To-Do's on my list, which include running the louge, climbing Devil's Tower, navigating the inside passage up to Alaska in my sailboat, seeing my girls through college, and entertaining old buds (along with doing a little writing) on the water in the San Juans. Cheers!
School
The person who had, perhaps the greatest influence on my life was Darryl McKibben, because he sat me down one day in his office and said, "Gary, you've got to be more realistic about your career aspirations. "You cannot be an Airline Pilot." (I now have over 16000 hours as an airline pilot!) I still cannot believe an educator, who is expected to encourage and inspire students to follow their dreams, would say such a thing. Thank God I'm an airline pilot today, despite Darryl's discouragement! I called and talked to Darryl a couple years ago, and asked, "How, as an educator, who's covenant is to encourage and promote the dr...Expand for more
eams of students, could you so blatanatly dissauade me from following my dream of becoming an airline pilort, and his answer was, "...Well, I wasn't an educator too long after that. I retired only a year or two later." My answer to that was simply, "GOOD!" (I know...I have some issues to work through as a result of McKibben's lack of thinking outside the box.... )
My favorite teachers at LBHS were John Wilkerson, Otto, and John Cunningham (Thank you John, for running that insane Survival Course - that was the best experience of my time in High School!)
The funniest thing I remember from LBHS happened one Halloween, when a kid named Jim Riddle rode his motorcylce around school with what looked like another student on the back. At each stop, he'd gun the throttle, and the kid would fall off, then drag with his foot caught in the foot peg...turned out it was only a stuffed dummy, but it was a shock, and then a riot once it was realized it was a joke.
Military
1978, USAF Basic in San Antonio, TX. 6 months at Keesler AFB, Air Traffic Control School. Sanctioned by the FAA, we started with a class of 60, and by the end, it was whittled down to 28. Next, I was assigned to Travis AFB, Radar Approach Control, which was notorious for having it's own high wash out rate (100% prior to our arrival) Stressful! Went through the ATC strike in 1981 when Reagan fired 12,000 controllers - I was slated to go to SFO tower, but nobody knew when the controllers would strike, and the day they did, I had come down with a bug and was grounded by the Flight Surgeon. Another person took my place and ended up staying in the FAA after their military commitment was up. Just as well. If I'd gotten used to making 100K+ a yr as a controller, it's doubtful that I would've tolerated the poverty and ordeal involved in six years of college and the low pay of a beginning flight instructor, to achieve my dream of becomming a pilot. I enjoyed a lot of benefits from my time in the Air Force, but I'm glad that I served my commitment and got out! I'm very satisfied to have since realized my dream of becomming a professional pilot.
How do you hope old friends remember you?
Uhm, in grade and high school, we had little choice in who we had to associate with, and I found that my passion for aviating and adventuring alienated others who couldn't understand what had consumed me. After high school, I found it enlightening to easily befriend others with similar inclinations for adventure and activities.
My closest friends, well, they know me well, and while I've endeavored to entreat them to the best of adventurist experiences, some describe me as thus;"you get this crazy glint in your eyes Gary, about the same time that I'm becoming scared..."
Really though, I know who my friends are, and, God love them, I'd do anything for them, and I know that I can count on them.
So it poses an interesting question; How do I hope my old friends will remember me?!
Me? I hope that my friends will remember me as being someone they could count on. Someone who loved adventure and who relished pushing the limits as much as the value of friendship. And, perhaps, a person that was truely unique.
That I've positively affected the lives of several children I've raised, well, I consider this the greatest accomplishment of my life! And I strongly feel that's much more important than whatever anyone else thinks of me.
On a more personal level: Those of you I grew up with in Luguna Beach...OMG Most of you are some of the most awesome people I have ever had the pleasure to have known! Please, keep up your incredible spirit!
Finally, I consider it a great honor to have saved the life of at least two climbing partners, and the lives of at least five flying students. Of these, one involved an engine out to an 800' long field which was surrounded by power lines and facing a cemetary (classic!), another was an engine that blew up while we were in the clouds at 2,500' and the ceiling was 400' - actually made it back to the runway on that one with less than a quart of oil left in the crankcase, and the rest were students that survived as a result of the training I gave them; one was a firey mess, another was an exploded engine, and the last was a full comm failure while in the clouds. The first incident, I dead sticked the plane to a muddy, but upright landing in the tail dragger we were in (miracle we didn't flip over!), and the rest contacted me afterwards with thanks for their training, which kept them (and their passengers) alive. These are some of the things I hope to be remembered for.
Here's wishing you well,
Keep the faith! Make it exciting! Live Your Dream!
GB
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