Post by Joe on Sept 11, 2011 11:36:13 GMT -5
And of course, the wife is along again, the first time since the aborted trip to Salinas, KS.
This one was to Independence, KS, near the OK border. Two of my grandkids live there now and it was the oldest's seventh birthday.
It was hot but a cold front was looming in N-NW Kansas. It originally was supposed to come through that afternoon, but the forecast the morning of the flight had it stalled until well after dark. Before returning I checked the weather and saw radar returns still way up in NW Kansas, so we left. We would be traveling virtually parallel to it.
In the air I got a better look at things back to the NW but it wasn't much better because you couldn't see what it was. It was just gray. I couldn't tell if it was just shadows from all the clouds, haze, showers, or storms. Fifteen minutes downrange it was apparent we were being gradually pushed to the SE. When we approached Pittsburg near the Missouri border it was obvious this would be close. It didn't help that the automated weather at the airport 15 miles west of our homebase was OTS.
I decided to make a 45° turn towards the grayness to try to get a better idea of what I was dealing with. Before we got anywhere near any clouds, we got the updraft-- one where the throttle is back and the nose is down, but the plane is still climbing. I cut the carb heat and pulled the throttle back farther and nosed the plane down and turned back out of it. We'd climbed about a thousand feet.
My wife was doing OK with the flying part, but she was beginning to get a little agitated about whether we were going to get home. We continued on, but it got more gray ahead of us. I still thought we might have a chance until, 15nm out, I saw two lightning strikes dead ahead about where the airport should be. My wife, of course, was looking to the right and didn't see them.
I got the hell outa there.
I had all sorts of outs but if I messed around too long fuel was going to become a factor. My first choice turned out to be NE of my position so I went to #2. I assumed the wind would be across and made two crappy landing attempts before getting down.
It was on the second missed approached that I told myself to calm the f* down-- that it would be stupid killing us by making a rushed pattern, approach, and landing. On the ground, I called Jerry, our airport manager, and he gave me a mini-briefing. (FYI, Jerry is 71, used to fly F-102's and F-4, builds his own airplanes, and could probably outrun me)
We weren't on the ground 15 minutes before we were up and maneuvering behind the mess. I flew through some light rain but I could see for ten miles and it was a bright light gray now. We made it back easily and, ironically, the trip ended with one of the best landings I ever made.
I definitely made some mistakes and got my nose rubbed in a potential "accident-chain" of my own making. The wife is sort of down on flying, not because of the heights or the updrafts, but because she thinks weather adversely effects nearly every flight.
This one was to Independence, KS, near the OK border. Two of my grandkids live there now and it was the oldest's seventh birthday.
It was hot but a cold front was looming in N-NW Kansas. It originally was supposed to come through that afternoon, but the forecast the morning of the flight had it stalled until well after dark. Before returning I checked the weather and saw radar returns still way up in NW Kansas, so we left. We would be traveling virtually parallel to it.
In the air I got a better look at things back to the NW but it wasn't much better because you couldn't see what it was. It was just gray. I couldn't tell if it was just shadows from all the clouds, haze, showers, or storms. Fifteen minutes downrange it was apparent we were being gradually pushed to the SE. When we approached Pittsburg near the Missouri border it was obvious this would be close. It didn't help that the automated weather at the airport 15 miles west of our homebase was OTS.
I decided to make a 45° turn towards the grayness to try to get a better idea of what I was dealing with. Before we got anywhere near any clouds, we got the updraft-- one where the throttle is back and the nose is down, but the plane is still climbing. I cut the carb heat and pulled the throttle back farther and nosed the plane down and turned back out of it. We'd climbed about a thousand feet.
My wife was doing OK with the flying part, but she was beginning to get a little agitated about whether we were going to get home. We continued on, but it got more gray ahead of us. I still thought we might have a chance until, 15nm out, I saw two lightning strikes dead ahead about where the airport should be. My wife, of course, was looking to the right and didn't see them.
I got the hell outa there.
I had all sorts of outs but if I messed around too long fuel was going to become a factor. My first choice turned out to be NE of my position so I went to #2. I assumed the wind would be across and made two crappy landing attempts before getting down.
It was on the second missed approached that I told myself to calm the f* down-- that it would be stupid killing us by making a rushed pattern, approach, and landing. On the ground, I called Jerry, our airport manager, and he gave me a mini-briefing. (FYI, Jerry is 71, used to fly F-102's and F-4, builds his own airplanes, and could probably outrun me)
We weren't on the ground 15 minutes before we were up and maneuvering behind the mess. I flew through some light rain but I could see for ten miles and it was a bright light gray now. We made it back easily and, ironically, the trip ended with one of the best landings I ever made.
I definitely made some mistakes and got my nose rubbed in a potential "accident-chain" of my own making. The wife is sort of down on flying, not because of the heights or the updrafts, but because she thinks weather adversely effects nearly every flight.