- Joined
- Oct 30, 2003
- Messages
- 18,445
- Location
- Santa Maria, California
- Aircraft
- Givens Predator
- Total Flight Time
- 2600+ in rotorcraft
I finished up at 10:50 and headed off to the airport.
I had the top down so I could tell how cold and windy it was.
The air was clean because of the storms that had just passed though.
Santa Maria ATIS had the winds 330 degrees at 17kts gusting to 24kts.
Lockheed Martin said it was only going to get worse and there was airmet Tango for moderate turbulence below 8,000 feet. There was also mountain obscuration so VFR was not recommended. Let’s not forget icing above 5,000 feet.
Things were just as bad and predicted to get just as worse at San Louis Obispo.
It wasn’t as bad at Santa Barbara but I had learned to stay out of the Gaviota pass with turbulence and the ridgeline between Santa Ynez and Santa Barbara is well known for creating turbulence and it is 4,000 plus feet high along its length.
I have decided not to fly to Long Beach for the AOPA convention so I wanted to make the most out of my last two days to fly before I leave on Wednesday morning.
I decided to fly to Santa Barbara for lunch just because it was a challenging thing to do.
I have found that when I press on things that I have wonderful experiences.
I have only flown direct to Santa Barbara once and I had extra trouble with ATC.
Having the power to climb over the hill was exciting and I hadn’t used it in a while. The cold winter air should keep the engine cool even at high power settings.
My last challenging flight was to El Mirage and the Ken Brock Freedom Fly In and it was great fun but a while ago.
Everything went well and I called the tower holding short of runway 30 ready for departure, request a right down wind to the South East. It was approved as requested.
We were at 1,300 feet before I turned crosswind. I have to be careful with my heading on down wind or I will cross the centerline for the approach end of 30 with a lot of fast commercial traffic. I headed for Lake Cachuma climbing steadily.
The air was clear and the view was magnificent in every direction. As we climbed our world expanded.
Around 10 miles before we reached Lake Cachuma we were at 4,500 feet and could just see the silvery ocean on the other side of the ridgeline.
I felt like I was opening a treasure box with the sea gleaming back at us.
I had trouble picking up Santa Barbara’s ATIS until we were about 8 miles out at 5,500 feet over Lake Cachuma. I was very cold and it seemed like when I called approach that both my mouth and brain weren’t working well as I read my radio call sheet.
When I tried to write down my squawk code I found that my hand could not grip my wet erase and I promptly dropped it. I fished another out of the flight bag and managed to scribble some things on my kneeboard.
Radar contact was established and altitude was verified.
Approach wanted me to make a right down wind entry for 33 right and that meant flying out over the ocean about 2 miles. I asked to land on runway 25 and was told to contact the tower.
By this time we were getting bounced around over the ridgeline at 6,000 feet around 6 miles from the airport. We caught a little lift and continued to climb with the power well back. I felt very insecure with so little noise out back. I wondered if it would come alive when I advanced the throttle. My carburetor icing memories came flooding back.
When I contacted the tower he asked if I had the airport in sight.
I had the airport in sight almost 6,000 feet below. For me there is something extra intimidating when we get bounced around that far above the ground. It seems like the fall lasts longer and it is hard to quantify just what has happened.
I wondered how to get down in an orderly way. When I slowed down the bouncing got worse. When I dropped the nose it felt like it was going to keep dropping. It felt like were bouncing around a lot but not moving at all. A part of me was thrilled with the intensity of the experience. Another part of me was anxious.
I was to make a 2 mile right base entry for runway 25 and watch for opposite direction traffic. I find that it is hard to judge distance from that altitude and it was a 45 degree angle back to the airport and we were 5 miles to the north so the GPS couldn’t tell me where a two mile right base was.
ATC asked me to square my base turn for traffic clearance and I called turning base. The tower said “Experimental 2 Mike Golf, Roger!”
I found that I was 2.8 miles from the runway 25 as I turned final and I again let the tower know and again he said, “Experimental 2 Mike Golf, Roger!”
A regional Jet was ready for departure on runway 25 and was told to hold short for landing traffic.
I let the tower know that I was making 38kts of ground speed and could slow up to allow traffic to depart and he came back, “Experimental 2 Mike Golf, Roger!”
ATC asked what my destination was and I said, Signature. “Experimental 2 Mike Golf, turn right at Bravo and contact ground.”
The winds were 310 degrees at 18kts gusting to 28kts. The beginning of the landing was ugly but the touchdown was nice and at Bravo. We quickly scooted off the runway and contacted ground. I had trouble hearing ground’s instructions because of the departing regional jet.
I had a 20kt tail wind during most of the flight. My best previous time from SMX to SBA had been an hour and five minutes. The tachometer time was .8 hours. I asked the line person to top her off because I would be fighting a head wind back to Santa Maria. The line person thought the Predator was “coooool!”
Given their recent arrest at gunpoint I was surprised to see John and Martha’s business jet on the ramp as I walked to the FBO.
The people at Signature were very nice and I headed for the Elephant Bar for a nice lunch. I was the only one eating outside on the blustery November day.
I found many ways to delay our departure but eventually ran out of excuses and called clearance delivery for a departure to the Northwest and was to take off from one of the 33 runways. I asked which one and they said the tower would let me know. My read back was correct.
I called ground and they modified my clearance for runway 25 with everything being the same after flying runway heading. I called the tower ready for departure and they came back, “Experimental 142 Mike Golf, taxi to runway 25 via Juliet.”
The winds were whipping around even more as we began our take off roll but the takeoff was still nice and we climbed out at over 1,000 feet per minute. The tower turned me over to departure and radar contact was established and altitude verified. I was to resume own navigation at appropriate VFR altitude. I mentioned that meant turning East and then North over the gap and departure repeated the instructions.
We cleared the ridgeline and headed down the other side toward Lake Cachuma. I soon began to lose radio contact and they turned me over to approach on a different frequency. It wasn’t long before I lost them all together and tuned the transponder to 1200 and listened to Santa Ynez. 5 miles from Santa Ynez I tuned in the SMX ATIS and couldn’t hear it. We were still 24 miles out. I tuned in the tower frequency in time to hear “142 Mike Golf, are you up and on frequency?”
I responded that I was and they told me that Santa Barbara had lost me and had called them to look for me. I was to make a straight in for 30 and report 3 miles.
The bumpy ride continued as did the 25kt head wind. I ran her up to 75kts indicated airspeed and was making just over 50kts of ground speed. The airspeed indicator was bouncing through 20kts. We were slowly descending and sometimes climbing as the engine rpm picked up RPM with the reduced altitude.
I was to fly heading 310 to allow a fast twin to pass to my left. I guessed and aimed at a distant spot that seemed to be about 310. She was yawing left and right in an uncommanded way so my vertical card compass was not very helpful.
It all worked out and the landing was one of those where we stopped over the runway and descended gently to the ground.
It took quite a while to get the rotor stopped and I sat in the afterglow for a long time.
The trip back took 1.2 hours and it felt good.
The weather is supposed to be much better tomorrow and I have less work to do.
Thank you, Vance
I had the top down so I could tell how cold and windy it was.
The air was clean because of the storms that had just passed though.
Santa Maria ATIS had the winds 330 degrees at 17kts gusting to 24kts.
Lockheed Martin said it was only going to get worse and there was airmet Tango for moderate turbulence below 8,000 feet. There was also mountain obscuration so VFR was not recommended. Let’s not forget icing above 5,000 feet.
Things were just as bad and predicted to get just as worse at San Louis Obispo.
It wasn’t as bad at Santa Barbara but I had learned to stay out of the Gaviota pass with turbulence and the ridgeline between Santa Ynez and Santa Barbara is well known for creating turbulence and it is 4,000 plus feet high along its length.
I have decided not to fly to Long Beach for the AOPA convention so I wanted to make the most out of my last two days to fly before I leave on Wednesday morning.
I decided to fly to Santa Barbara for lunch just because it was a challenging thing to do.
I have found that when I press on things that I have wonderful experiences.
I have only flown direct to Santa Barbara once and I had extra trouble with ATC.
Having the power to climb over the hill was exciting and I hadn’t used it in a while. The cold winter air should keep the engine cool even at high power settings.
My last challenging flight was to El Mirage and the Ken Brock Freedom Fly In and it was great fun but a while ago.
Everything went well and I called the tower holding short of runway 30 ready for departure, request a right down wind to the South East. It was approved as requested.
We were at 1,300 feet before I turned crosswind. I have to be careful with my heading on down wind or I will cross the centerline for the approach end of 30 with a lot of fast commercial traffic. I headed for Lake Cachuma climbing steadily.
The air was clear and the view was magnificent in every direction. As we climbed our world expanded.
Around 10 miles before we reached Lake Cachuma we were at 4,500 feet and could just see the silvery ocean on the other side of the ridgeline.
I felt like I was opening a treasure box with the sea gleaming back at us.
I had trouble picking up Santa Barbara’s ATIS until we were about 8 miles out at 5,500 feet over Lake Cachuma. I was very cold and it seemed like when I called approach that both my mouth and brain weren’t working well as I read my radio call sheet.
When I tried to write down my squawk code I found that my hand could not grip my wet erase and I promptly dropped it. I fished another out of the flight bag and managed to scribble some things on my kneeboard.
Radar contact was established and altitude was verified.
Approach wanted me to make a right down wind entry for 33 right and that meant flying out over the ocean about 2 miles. I asked to land on runway 25 and was told to contact the tower.
By this time we were getting bounced around over the ridgeline at 6,000 feet around 6 miles from the airport. We caught a little lift and continued to climb with the power well back. I felt very insecure with so little noise out back. I wondered if it would come alive when I advanced the throttle. My carburetor icing memories came flooding back.
When I contacted the tower he asked if I had the airport in sight.
I had the airport in sight almost 6,000 feet below. For me there is something extra intimidating when we get bounced around that far above the ground. It seems like the fall lasts longer and it is hard to quantify just what has happened.
I wondered how to get down in an orderly way. When I slowed down the bouncing got worse. When I dropped the nose it felt like it was going to keep dropping. It felt like were bouncing around a lot but not moving at all. A part of me was thrilled with the intensity of the experience. Another part of me was anxious.
I was to make a 2 mile right base entry for runway 25 and watch for opposite direction traffic. I find that it is hard to judge distance from that altitude and it was a 45 degree angle back to the airport and we were 5 miles to the north so the GPS couldn’t tell me where a two mile right base was.
ATC asked me to square my base turn for traffic clearance and I called turning base. The tower said “Experimental 2 Mike Golf, Roger!”
I found that I was 2.8 miles from the runway 25 as I turned final and I again let the tower know and again he said, “Experimental 2 Mike Golf, Roger!”
A regional Jet was ready for departure on runway 25 and was told to hold short for landing traffic.
I let the tower know that I was making 38kts of ground speed and could slow up to allow traffic to depart and he came back, “Experimental 2 Mike Golf, Roger!”
ATC asked what my destination was and I said, Signature. “Experimental 2 Mike Golf, turn right at Bravo and contact ground.”
The winds were 310 degrees at 18kts gusting to 28kts. The beginning of the landing was ugly but the touchdown was nice and at Bravo. We quickly scooted off the runway and contacted ground. I had trouble hearing ground’s instructions because of the departing regional jet.
I had a 20kt tail wind during most of the flight. My best previous time from SMX to SBA had been an hour and five minutes. The tachometer time was .8 hours. I asked the line person to top her off because I would be fighting a head wind back to Santa Maria. The line person thought the Predator was “coooool!”
Given their recent arrest at gunpoint I was surprised to see John and Martha’s business jet on the ramp as I walked to the FBO.
The people at Signature were very nice and I headed for the Elephant Bar for a nice lunch. I was the only one eating outside on the blustery November day.
I found many ways to delay our departure but eventually ran out of excuses and called clearance delivery for a departure to the Northwest and was to take off from one of the 33 runways. I asked which one and they said the tower would let me know. My read back was correct.
I called ground and they modified my clearance for runway 25 with everything being the same after flying runway heading. I called the tower ready for departure and they came back, “Experimental 142 Mike Golf, taxi to runway 25 via Juliet.”
The winds were whipping around even more as we began our take off roll but the takeoff was still nice and we climbed out at over 1,000 feet per minute. The tower turned me over to departure and radar contact was established and altitude verified. I was to resume own navigation at appropriate VFR altitude. I mentioned that meant turning East and then North over the gap and departure repeated the instructions.
We cleared the ridgeline and headed down the other side toward Lake Cachuma. I soon began to lose radio contact and they turned me over to approach on a different frequency. It wasn’t long before I lost them all together and tuned the transponder to 1200 and listened to Santa Ynez. 5 miles from Santa Ynez I tuned in the SMX ATIS and couldn’t hear it. We were still 24 miles out. I tuned in the tower frequency in time to hear “142 Mike Golf, are you up and on frequency?”
I responded that I was and they told me that Santa Barbara had lost me and had called them to look for me. I was to make a straight in for 30 and report 3 miles.
The bumpy ride continued as did the 25kt head wind. I ran her up to 75kts indicated airspeed and was making just over 50kts of ground speed. The airspeed indicator was bouncing through 20kts. We were slowly descending and sometimes climbing as the engine rpm picked up RPM with the reduced altitude.
I was to fly heading 310 to allow a fast twin to pass to my left. I guessed and aimed at a distant spot that seemed to be about 310. She was yawing left and right in an uncommanded way so my vertical card compass was not very helpful.
It all worked out and the landing was one of those where we stopped over the runway and descended gently to the ground.
It took quite a while to get the rotor stopped and I sat in the afterglow for a long time.
The trip back took 1.2 hours and it felt good.
The weather is supposed to be much better tomorrow and I have less work to do.
Thank you, Vance