- Joined
- Oct 30, 2003
- Messages
- 18,374
- Location
- Santa Maria, California
- Aircraft
- Givens Predator
- Total Flight Time
- 2600+ in rotorcraft
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I had seven days training people to fly and was expecting overcast Sunday and a late start to flying. I felt a little rest might be a good thing.
As I looked out my office window I saw the beginning of a blue sky developing and headed down to the airport to do some maintenance work. When I arrived at the airport the clouds had vanished leaving a mist behind. It was a warm breezy spring day and also open hangar day at Santa Paula.
Didn’t get much done before I checked the weather and found Santa Barbara was still instrument meteorological conditions but my path to Santa Paula and Camarillo looked good on the satellite pictures. I could not resist and soon I was airborne and enjoying the shirt sleeve flying weather.
I climbed a little early and leveled off at 3,500 feet as I headed toward the San Marcos VOR over the farmlands. I passed the Elks Rodeo and the model airplane field as I sort of drifted along at 65kts indicated air speed.
The longer I flew the more joyful I became. The feeling of freedom just seemed to expand in my chest.
Santa Barbara had gone visual flight rules and the controllers were quite busy as I made my way through the San Marcos Pass with the Channel Islands appearing to be floating on the mist. The fog was right up to the shoreline. I started to descend and felt I should remain high in case the fog made it inland so I stayed against the hills catching lift and flying over instead of through no name pass at 3,000 feet with fog off to my right.
As I exited the pass Lake Casitas appeared a sky blue in the distance. I could soon feel the cool air over Lake Casitas on my face and began a joyful laugh that lasted all the way to the Saticoy Bridge.
I checked the ATIS at Camarillo and gave the Camarillo Tower a call from ten miles to the North West as I descended over the hills looking for traffic in that very busy corridor. I was to make right traffic for runway 26 and report a two mile forty five.
As I approached my base turn the tower cleared me to land and then launched a King Air and told him; “no delay for traffic on a right downwind.” As I turned cross wind I slowed to 20kts and just sort of hung out while he delayed.
As I touched down the tower thanked me for my help and told me to contact ground.
Lunch at the Way Point Café was a delight.
The usual magic was present as soon as I landed at Santa Paula.
On the flight home the fog had come in much further and again I followed the ridgeline.
When I got back to the hangar I sat in the afterglow for forty five minutes before pushing her into the hangar.
I love knowing that I introduce people to the opportunity to enjoy such magical adventures by being a flight instructor. I often think of my flight instructors as I pull various tools out of my flight bag and appreciate what they did for me.
I had seven days training people to fly and was expecting overcast Sunday and a late start to flying. I felt a little rest might be a good thing.
As I looked out my office window I saw the beginning of a blue sky developing and headed down to the airport to do some maintenance work. When I arrived at the airport the clouds had vanished leaving a mist behind. It was a warm breezy spring day and also open hangar day at Santa Paula.
Didn’t get much done before I checked the weather and found Santa Barbara was still instrument meteorological conditions but my path to Santa Paula and Camarillo looked good on the satellite pictures. I could not resist and soon I was airborne and enjoying the shirt sleeve flying weather.
I climbed a little early and leveled off at 3,500 feet as I headed toward the San Marcos VOR over the farmlands. I passed the Elks Rodeo and the model airplane field as I sort of drifted along at 65kts indicated air speed.
The longer I flew the more joyful I became. The feeling of freedom just seemed to expand in my chest.
Santa Barbara had gone visual flight rules and the controllers were quite busy as I made my way through the San Marcos Pass with the Channel Islands appearing to be floating on the mist. The fog was right up to the shoreline. I started to descend and felt I should remain high in case the fog made it inland so I stayed against the hills catching lift and flying over instead of through no name pass at 3,000 feet with fog off to my right.
As I exited the pass Lake Casitas appeared a sky blue in the distance. I could soon feel the cool air over Lake Casitas on my face and began a joyful laugh that lasted all the way to the Saticoy Bridge.
I checked the ATIS at Camarillo and gave the Camarillo Tower a call from ten miles to the North West as I descended over the hills looking for traffic in that very busy corridor. I was to make right traffic for runway 26 and report a two mile forty five.
As I approached my base turn the tower cleared me to land and then launched a King Air and told him; “no delay for traffic on a right downwind.” As I turned cross wind I slowed to 20kts and just sort of hung out while he delayed.
As I touched down the tower thanked me for my help and told me to contact ground.
Lunch at the Way Point Café was a delight.
The usual magic was present as soon as I landed at Santa Paula.
On the flight home the fog had come in much further and again I followed the ridgeline.
When I got back to the hangar I sat in the afterglow for forty five minutes before pushing her into the hangar.
I love knowing that I introduce people to the opportunity to enjoy such magical adventures by being a flight instructor. I often think of my flight instructors as I pull various tools out of my flight bag and appreciate what they did for me.