Showing posts with label flying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flying. Show all posts

Saturday, May 23, 2026

Flying Scott!

 It's only weird if you make it weird... And these 2 gents never have.

Mark took Scott and I flying! 





We landed at Centennial after a smooth and cool flight over Denver. Perfect Landing restaurant had our reservation and a tasty breakfast awaited. 




On the way home, Mark threw the yoke over to Scott and a wee flight lesson ensued. Check out the smiles!!!






Not a bad way to spend a Saturday morning, am I right?!

Thank you, gentlemen!  

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Colorado... Home Sweet Home

I had the most wonderful time at Christmas. There was flying, cookies, family gatherings, walking in the snow, a decorated tree, new friends, great wine, a singing-dancing show and my new favorite pre-Christmas service at the Unity Center with Rev. Dawna.

Mark and I had the pleasure of a comfy suite with a view over the golf course... Mornings were spent sleeping in and geeking out... Coffee was fresh brewed and hot... And Packer greeted us with his schnauzer puppy love in ample supply, every single day.

Five days just flew by and before I knew it, I was on the home stretch. Cedar City to Longmont.

I'm luckiest girl in the world; My sweet boyfriend flew me slowly and carefully around Bryce Canyon National Park for a photography fix before landing at Cal Black Airport for our last fuel stop.  :-)











Then I flew, Cal Black to Longmont, direct over the Rockies at 13,500 feet, with an oxygen cannula in my nose!






It was an almost perfect day for flying. Wispy clouds hung off high peaks as we flew close by Montrose, Aspen, Eagle and Granby airports. The finger pulse-oximeter told me my heart rate didn't go above 80... But I didn't believe it. When I overheard a commercial aircraft announcing their intentions to take off, there was mild anxiety. No ATC?  When one of the pilots (already in the air) asked if anyone could help him open his IFR flight plan, I swear my heart was racing. Of course Mark reassured me that they had us on radar and wouldn't suddenly emerge from the clouds in front of us... But a couple did seem to come too close for my comfort, none-the-less.

Just over two hours later, Long's Peak poking through the clouds welcomed us back to the Front Range and we slowed up N303B for her bumpy descent from 12,500' to pattern altitude, 6,000' at Longmont Airport.

Home. Safe. Tired.
Nothing a glass of wine and a hot bath couldn't cure!

Monday, December 29, 2014

Tahoe Scenic Flight

It had been 20 years since I last saw Lake Tahoe. I barely remembered it, but that was all about to change. Lew Gage and Mark had chatted about flying together and it was decided we could kill several birds with one stone. (I really dislike that saying!)

Leaving Reno at 10-ish, Mark flew while I enjoyed the scenic view that can only come with being in a small plane circling overhead.  It was beautifully peaceful and oh so calm down there. The flight was calm too... A nice change.







  

This is how the "other half" live. Their homes perched along the shore, their boats docked privately on the lake. Ahhh...   No, I'm not jealous. After all, I'm in N303B cruising Lake Tahoe, headed for lunch with friends.

We landed and talked airplanes...





We had lunch and took off again. The next (last) thing on our busy schedules this morning, was re-fueling the Bonanza at Carson City on the way back to Reno Stead Airport.

I flew the legs into and out of Carson City while Mark kept his eyes out the window. The airspace around here is complicated and well trafficked. I love my co-pilot!

Approaching Reno Stead the winds favored landing to the south on Runway 14 (see it at 11 o'clock tracking down to 5 o'clock on the pic below). Given that our hanger was on the west side of the airport (9 o'clock), we were going to have a "bit of a drive" after landing. Quite rightly, Mark suggested I land long to reduce the 10 mph commute.


Flying downwind for runway 14, I knew it was plenty long enough. What I didn't quite factor in so well, was the runway was 150 wide, making it look shorter than it was... Until I was flaring. Holy crap! I can barely see the edges of the runway. 


So, the landing was not bad, but I would say I was only a quarter of the way down it and the next 10 minutes were spent taxiing. I'm not complaining. It still counts for me to log the time!  The question is... Do I owe Mark some new tires?!  Those little wheels were not intended for long distance driving.

Ahh... good for a giggle though.



Thursday, December 25, 2014

Aviation Classics: Life threw me a little bonus today!

The first day in Reno, we had a few errands to run. Not the least of which was to refill the oxygen bottles for the flight back east at the end of the week. Mark and I (mainly me) had drained them coming over. Flying high to avoid turbulence, coupled with my ridiculous sensitivity to altitude meant we stayed almost the entire flight hooked up to supplemental oxygen.

Mark started the morning calling around to see who could help us and ended up selecting Aviation Classics, at Reno Stead Airport, as the service provider. We drove out, both bottles in hand and entered the hangar via one of two entrance doors.

WOW! A hangar filled with aircraft in various states of repair and completion, greeted us. An airplane hospital is how I would best describe it.  About half a dozen men were busy at work.


Mark delivered the empty tanks to the office and asked if they minded us poking around. The staff and mechanics could not have been more encouraging, so we took the opportunity to get to know the inside of aircraft I had previously only seen chocked on a ramp - or never seen at all. Awesome!

Twin engines, exposed. Wings removed. After-burners explained. Despite the sadness at some of the dreams yet to be realized and projects stalled, there was a lot to make me smile.


I watched as a guy gently lowered an ejection seat back into a Russian trainer. And took as much in as I could (most of it over my head, of course) when another mechanic gave me the in's and out's of several of the other Russian fighter jets.


Mark and I were in heaven. I for one, love the smell of hangar. Grease, oil, fuel and vintage upholstery.... Mmmm.


The MiG 21:

RoleFighter
ManufacturerMikoyan-Gurevich OKB
DesignerArtem Mikoyan
First flight14 February 1956 (Ye-2)
Introduction1959 (MiG-21F)

Enough fuel to fly just an hour, short wings (think squirrel suit) meaning the aircraft virtually drops like a rock if the engines quit and air force bases well inside Russia's borders make perfect sense when you don't want your pilots to defect! Scary!!!

Mark stepped away for a minute to check on the oxygen refilling process. I took the chance to ask my new mechanic friend if I could sit inside the MiG 21 I was peering into. He said yes! After promising I would not pull the red ejection lever and give myself the headache of a lifetime, I climbed inside.


It was perfectly sized for me. Russian pilots were apparently chosen for skill and physical dimensions. At 5'7", I was about as tall as one would want to be while crammed into this surprisingly comfortable seat and surrounded by important instruments. Of course some of the instruments looked vaguely familiar to me... But others, still labeled in Russian were a complete mystery, so I kept my hands to myself. :-)


Out the front, the view was almost non-existent. The windscreen and canopy was surprisingly close to my head and the shallow angle meant I had a window of 6" high and a couple of feet in depth to look through. Bearing in mind that, upon landing, this aircraft would have the nose pitched up significantly, I think it's safe to say the pilot could not see the runway at all. He better have lined it up nicely before touch-down!

At the end of my bent legs, I tucked my booted feet into the rudder pedals. Yes, tucked. Each small pedal sported leather hooks on the left and right of the pedal. They wrapped over my feet, giving me the ability to push on the rudder pedals as well as pull up on each. Why? To quote the guy eagerly explaining stuff to me: "So that if you get a leg blown off, you can still control left and right with the remaining foot."  Glad I asked!  Even gladder to have not been born into the life of a Russian jet fighter pilot.

All too soon, the oxygen tanks were filled and our excuse to poke around in Aviation Classics business, had come to a screeching halt. Mark and I reluctantly exited the airplane hospital and re-entered real life... Still smiling.


Thursday, November 20, 2014

Dallice goes to Texas!




Have you ever filled in the quiz/map on Facebook that asks about the states you've landed in?  I did a while ago.  Even thought about linking it to this post, but as it turns out, I have no idea how to find a specific older post on FB without reading my own life story!

The gist of the post was to map each state that you have landed in. I'm still a green pilot and my list/map was not all that impressive compared to my pilot friends.  However, this fall I filled in a few more states: Oklahoma and Texas.

The story goes like this...

The night was short and cool-ish. (Read: I got up at 5 AM after sleeping all too short a time under the comforting breeze of the air conditioner).  Bonanza N303B was ready to go... A new LED landing and taxiing light installed, windows cleaned, fueled and test flown just last night.  We were wheels up around 6 AM and cleared for the IFR flight plan as filed, to Elk City, Oklahoma.

What? Wait!  Are we missing the background story?

Oops, Yes!

A short while ago,an opportunity to purchase a less used engine with hydraulically controlled propeller crossed Marks path. An upgrade from his current electrically controlled propeller - a breed becoming increasing rare, difficult to find parts for and understandably expensive to maintain. The "new" engine and prop were in Ennis, TX and like any intelligent buyer, Mark jumped at the chance to check it out before it was removed from its current aircraft. IE: Fly to Texas, meet with a small gaggle of Beech enthusiasts, shoot the breeze while testing flying someone else's Bonanza engine and checking out the airplane logs.

The weekend was set to be hot. Hot in Colorado, yes... But that is manageable.  Hot in Texas is a whole 'nother matter. So the decision was made to leave early. 6 AM early. Barely any coffee and breakfast, early.  :-(  And hopefully be in Ennis by noon, before the heat began melting the rubber off the nose wheel.

To all you non-fliers, this sounds like a hardship, when the reality is that flying down the Front Range and over Denver as the sun is coming up is dreamy. Colors are vibrant, the air is smooth and it's quiet - except for that pesky air traffic controller reminding us to watch for converging aircraft 500 feet below and getting us safely through potentially busy airspace.   :-)

An hour later, near the area of Lamar CO, we spied the first bit of dodgy looking weather and requested permission to deviate from course and around what looked like virga (rain that never reaches the ground) and a small patch of dark clouds.  That was the impression from 25 miles away, at least.



 
As we approached then circled it to the east, it became clear that the inclement weather was now a fairly aggressive but remarkably striking thunderstorm. Somewhere far below us, folks were experiencing torrential rain and that darkness that only a decent storm cell can deliver. Right beside them, maybe a half mile further east, the sun shone brightly. Colorado weather is weird like that... In a cool way.


Mark and I took turns at flying and photography.

Elk City was chosen as a fuel stop for a couple of reasons.  1. Lower price of 100LL  2. Situated about 3 hours from home, making it a good bathroom break stop as well as suitable refueling location.
A small but cute airport, Elk City has a 5000'+ runway, decent pilot facilities and friendly staff. It is also has the most well manicured front lawn and flowers that I have seen! A thirty minute pee break, plane fueling, chit chat with the locals and opportunity to get more ice for the B-Kool was just perfect, then we were Texas bound.


On the charts I had seen that the Dallas-Fort Worth area looked like busy airspace, but nothing prepared me for the hustle and bustle at 4000 feet above the ground. So many airports, many of which where located not far from (or in?) the Class B airspace itself.

Not surprisingly we were given vectors to fly through the area and asked to decrease our altitude in order to play nice with the other planes.

Ennis is located just south of Dallas.  My experience of finding it, even with GPS is a warning to you all. You will think you see Ennis Municipal Airport and that confidence will cause you to cancel your IFR flight plan and tell the controller that you want to go VFR and have the airport in sight.  But do you? If you are like me, you will have a drag racing venue in sight!!!  Its long and thin and has big buildings (hangars?!) on one end. And when you look at your heading and its orientation, you might even convince yourself that its located on the 150 degree direction.  It's not! But you, like me, will figure this out as you fly directly over it and the GPS tells you that Ennis Municipal is still 4 miles in the easterly direction.

Ennis is a little we place. We taxiied off the runway and parked on the ramp. Greetings by the men we were here to see, then ensued. First impressions... Friendly and blimey, it's hot here! I could tell immediately that 2 t-shirts for the overnight excursion were about 3 t-shirts too few, as the relentless perspiration began.

Given the heat, it was decided the test flight should happen ASAP and with that, I jumped into the back seat of the V-tail that was to be the organ donor. Mark flew and Jerry Hammock (Bonanza transplant surgeon) sat right seat.  He was familiar with the airplane.

One short, hot an bumpy flight later, the engine had proven itself worth buying and we reconvened in the FBO for a look at the logs and a wee Texas burger lunch together. Yum!

I'm a pilot and perhaps 303B's second biggest fan, so this whole morning had been very cool and interesting for me. But I'm also an avid traveler and lived the travel agent's life, many years ago. Visiting a small town in a state that was new to me was fascinating. We got a ride to the hotel about 4 miles away and upon check-in, asked to book a taxi for the early morning departure back to Ennis Airport tomorrow morning.

I thought the front desk clerk was joking with us when she informed us there were no taxi's in Ennis! She was not. And all of a sudden Mark and I were downtown Ennis, our brains baking at 105 degrees, with no way to get back to the airport tomorrow. Umm... This was not part of the plan!

We rounded out the day with a walk to Walmart, a large ice cream cone and a swim in the pool. Exhausted by the early morning, insane humidity and long flight, it was not long before we were both sawing logs in front of the extra large TV in our room.

The next morning we did our usual hotel thing.... We vied for the waffle maker and gobbled down a high carb breakfast before bribing the night shift guy to drive us to the airport.

One four-hour uneventful flight home and the weekend was pretty much over. Mission accomplished... Plans for a new-er engine purchase and Dallice had logged another 8 hours or so in N303B.  :-)


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