Pagosa Springs Formation Flying Clinic - Saturday Afternoon Flying

Saturday was a busy flying day for me!

I flew another two flights in the afternoon. This time taking to the skies in different Beechcraft airplanes... another V-Tail (turbo-normalized) and an A36.

You would think my wee brain was full by now... and it was, but apparently I had saved room for learning under the tutelage of Weebs.

Preflighting was done in much the same way as I outlined in my last post. But this time it had a military-esk feel. Very structured, right down to order in which pilots asked questions. I was granted permission to ask questions too - at the end :-)

Weebs preferred method is that the preflight briefing occurs after each pilot has either received or filled in the appropriate data on the formation flying form.

For such a well rehearsed flight, there were some surprising hiccups. In fact, after several "issues" with communication and one unsafe flying situation, Weebs came within a breath of terminating the flight. We nearly spent the rest of our time on the ground, debriefing - loudly!

I was impressed how these pilots recovered their composure after something was messed up, then not only continued the flight, but did a pretty good job of it. I know I'm not ready to pilot an airplane in formation yet.

The second flight of the afternoon was a breeze. I had the pleasure of going up specifically to photograph General Bud Sittig and his lovely wife, Fran, in their Bonanza. Jim was my pilot, Weebs sat co-pilot.

If you have ever wondered about whether airplanes have "in-the-air brakes", let me tell you they don't. However, I watched Bud take off just behind us then easily pull his aircraft up into perfect position. He then backed off the power with such precision that he stopped accelerating at his speed and immediately fell back to the same speed we were doing. It looked like he might have had "in-the-air brakes"!

Both Bud and Weebs were military trained pilots. Jim has extensive formation flying experience and in Pagosa Springs too. Flying with the three of them was about as awe-inspiring as it gets. I consider myself fortunate to have had the opportunity and couldn't wait to tell Mark all about it afterwards.

We headed in the direction of Chimney Rock. A natural geographic feature with a fitting name.

This last flight of the day was the best formation landing I had been a part of and had the pleasure of photographing... Follow Jim and watch Bud as he maintained his position all the way to the ground!

Day 2 was drawing to a close. I was EXHAUSTED and hadn't even been doing any flying. With just enough energy left over during my "down time" in the afternoon, I had put together a slide show for viewing during dinner. Everyone likes a slideshow. :-)

Dinner... Another delicious meal hosted at Jim and Sheila's hangar. How this lady managed it, I'm not sure. She had a way of satisfying the appetites of a dozen ravenous pilots and their significant others though. We had all been looking forward to Sheila's cooking all day!

Tomorrow's plan... Flight of 10 in 2-ship elements, heading for Durango.


**Note: For those of you wondering what the debrief looked like after the flight with Weebs that went less-than-perfectly.... It was not pretty! The pilots sat for debriefing with anxiety in their eyes, fully prepared for Weebs to have some sort of tantrum.

Weebs calmly recalled the events, asked each person of their account and gathered information to help him understand how the decisions and actions came about. Everyone felt better after talking it through and everyone had a valuable learning experience. :-)

Pagosa Springs Formation Flying Clinic Day 2 : Flights 1 and 2

Day 2 started early!  By 8am everyone was ready to go up in the air.

Mark was lead of Bravo flight of three.
His wingmen... Bonanza Bill (Bravo 2) and Mooney Brett (Bravo 3).

Lead briefed the flight.

What does a flight briefing sound like? Glad you asked!
Everyone does it a bit differently, but from my perspective it went something like this:

Engines start at a pre-planned time (time pieces are synchronized)
Pilots come up on Comm 1, which is the Bravo assigned frequency 123.45
"Bravo flight radio check"  "Bravo 2"  "Bravo 3"  (Role-played during briefing)
The lead communicates we are switching to the local airport frequency 122.7 and does another radio check in to make sure all 3 pilots are on frequency.
Weather permitting, the preferred runway at Stevens Field is 19.  To get to the run-up area for this runway, there will need to be some back-taxiing on 19 from taxiway B to taxiway A3.

Lead stops the group just before entering the runway at B and looks/listens for traffic that may be on, or planning to be on, the runway shortly.  After the back-taxi part is complete, lead radios that Bravo flight of 3 is clear of the runway and taxiing on Alpha to runway 19 for take off.

Each plane turns 45 degrees near the end of Alpha taxiway, so we parallel each other for run-up.  This position allows each pilot to see the hand signals of the ones beside him and avoids being in another's prop-wash.
The run-up hand signal can only be described as finger pointed skyward, elbow bent 90 degrees, then twirl finger in a horizontal circle.  Ok... perhaps "only described as" might be an exaggeration, but the wingmen saw it demonstrated at the pre-flight brief and were poised to look for it in the window of the pilot in front of them.
Each person was to complete their run-up, then give a thumbs up to the next person down the line until lead had the idea that we were ready to fly.

Lead will radio on local frequency that Bravo flight of 3 is taking off and will indicate our intentions as far as departing the pattern and direction of flight.

Our flight was briefed for a 2-Element take off and Bravo 3 to rejoin in the air on the way to the south practice area.

After rejoin and upon leaving the airport vicinity, lead calls for a radio check on 122.7
He then "kicks out" the wingmen by wagging the tail of his plane using exaggerated rudder movements.
Wingmen, who should have all eyes on lead, use this cue to move their aircraft further out from lead and check their planes for fuel or other engine tweaks that make for safer flight.  Lead will also at this time, give the call for Bravo flight to switch to the discreet frequency that was assigned to Bravo flight.  (123.45)  A radio check will follow.

When satisfied that we are all back on the same frequency, lead will rock his wings to bring the wingmen back into formation position.  "Rocking" is the act of deflecting the ailerons so the aircraft does this:

The brief now enters a period where we define the maneuvers that will take place, the hand signals and voice commands that will be used and what is expected of each wingman.

The pilots will also be reminded of several key phrases...
"terminate" to end that maneuver prematurely and return to original flight positions
"knock it off" to end the flight altogether... separate the aircraft and return to the airport.

Safety is always first and pilots need to know they can communicate whatever discomfort they are feeling to the flight.

Briefing also included our plan for heading back to the airport.
We went over positions for flying back in, when Bravo 3 would fall back to land alone, how far behind he would be and the frequency change needed for communication in the airport vicinity.

Last but not least, we briefed  some more Plan B type stuff... go-rounds, engine issues, other traffic etc.

And then we flew the plan!

For a few minutes, all went predictably.   :-)
Taxi, run-up, take off.... all good.

We departed to the south area but as the radio call was made for Bravo Flight to check in, another three pilots calling themselves Bravo took to the sound waves.  Uh-oh!

It seemed the "others" were not on our discreet frequency, nor were they heading to our practice area, so the decision was made by Mark to rename us "Zulu Flight" before we progressed.

Everyone was either new to formation flying or rusty.  Zulu flight took a short while to get used to each other and trust the formation flying protocol, but was looking pretty good by the end of our first flight together.

Back on the ground, de-briefing (just as important as briefing and flying) took place.  Each pilot took a turn at expressing their concerns, perceived weaknesses, giving credit where due, asking questions and ... double checking the whiteboard to make sure they were correct in thinking their flight had been assigned "Bravo"!

I'm going to go out on a limb and say all three pilots were just thrilled to learn that the "other Bravo flight" had made the mistake, not them!  In fact, when I offered to change the whiteboard so we were listed as "Zulu" now, they stopped me.   Apparently it makes a huge difference to the amount of gloating one is allotted if the evidence remains untampered with!!!  <insert giggles>

Zulu flight, flight of three took to the skies one more time before lunch.  They really flew comfortably together now.  Moving as a unit, responding quickly and smoothly.

I wondered... Is this how geese feel?

Formation Flying Clinic 2013, Day 1

If you have been reading a while, you may remember me blogging my last trip to Pagosa Springs for the 2012 Formation Flying Clinic.  It is seriously and understandably, a mandatory clinic for those wishing to join the "Bonanzas to Oshkosh" flight in July.

You missed my first foray into aviation event "show and tell"?  Catch up with these posts:
Formation Flying Clinic Day 1, 2012
Formation Flying Clinic 2012, Day 2: Flight 1
Formation Flying Clinic 2012, Day 1: Flight 2
Formation Flying Clinic 2012, Day 2: Flight 3
Formation Flying Clinic 2012, Safety Class
Formation Flying Clinic 2012, Day 3

And of course:   Bonanzas to Oshkosh 2012

Then take another walk on the wild side with me as I recount the Pagosa Springs Formation Flying Clinic of 2013.

Not surprisingly, I had been saving my first weekend off in six months, specifically for this.  Anticipation and excitement built over several months as Mark and I registered, then sorted details of transportation and lodging, and exchanged emails with organizer Jim Lane and a few other familiar names from last year.

The day had finally arrived, and although I was gimping along with a broken foot, I knew Mark would let me take control of 303B from the right seat for some of the mountain flying.  Longmont (KLMO) to Pagosa Springs, Stevens Field (KPSO) takes just over 90 minutes.  Its not a straight line flight as you can imagine and I have always enjoyed mountain flying on a clear morning when the air is still smooth.

My flight plan was KLMO-LARKS-GORJE-LUISS-KPSO.  For the most part it gave us plenty of time to gain altitude while flying south down the Front Range, before heading south-west into the mountains.  Staying no higher than about 12,000' and taking oxygen almost immediately was my best chance at avoiding altitude induced symptoms that I seem particularly partial to.

Not to far from here lies my wee house...   Lucky girl, huh?

Does life get any better than smooth flying over saddles and around peaks, marveling at those delightfully green crop circles in dry valleys, observing the Great Sand Dunes, following meandering rivers and dropping dramatically into Pagosa Springs to the sound of formation pilots on your frequency?  Well, ok.... perhaps if I was completing the landing, like last year... But rudders and brakes require a working right foot and I conceded that handing back control to Mark when 10 miles out, was the right thing to do.

Pagosa Springs is still gorgeous from the right seat, after all.  :-)

Landing runway 19, we taxied to the end and took Bravo taxiway to the east side of the runway and to Jim and Sheila Lane's hangar.  Sweet memories were already flooding back and Boulder was now far, far away.  Dallice had hit vacation mode!

We were greeted by warm familiar faces, some not unexpected (and good natured) ribbing and of course immediate plans to get up in the air.  Yes, the first briefing had begun and just like in 2012 that warm weather was threatening a bumpy flight if we left it any later to depart.

Flight One:
Mark and Tim took to the skies in V-Tail formation for a 40 minute flight.  The promise of lunch hung in the air... as did the threat of a summer storm.

Tim's take-off roll

It takes all the concentration in the world for a wingman to match the lead and stay in position during take-off.

Airborne and casting the most magical airplane shadow on the runway.

Getting ready for gear to go up as we leave the runway together.

Positioned nicely.  I can still see him concentrating.  Good man.  

Maneuvering together, making formation flying appear easy.

The clouds start to build

Pilots are the exact opposite of storm chasers!

Just in the nick of time, aircraft were parked, chocked and pilots took cover at Jim and Sheila's hangar.
What sounded at first like hail, turned out to be big mean rain drops shed by a vicious but non-lasting storm.  Wind ripped around us as we tucked into our first delicious meal together.

The stories began (and never stopped) and smiles abounded.

Then it was nap time :-)
The afternoon gave way to air conditioned hotel rooms and a chance for me to review photos.   The first slide show would appear over dinner.

Flying was done for the day, but plans for an early start tomorrow were already formulated.

Poking Holes in Clouds

Friday it snowed.  Saturday it snowed more!  I drove 45 minutes each way in blizzard conditions to show property to my buyer.  Then I mostly took the rest of the day off :-)

Up in the sky I periodically heard someone flying.  I sighed inwardly.

Sunday I woke to the sound of birdsong.  It was still mighty cloudy, but appeared to have patches of blue and the wind had substantially died down.

By noon Mark had pre-heated his hanger and I had been invited to fly 303B.
(Insert big smile!)
"Longmont traffic, Bonanza 303B is taking off on runway 29, departing pattern to the south, Longmont."

We flew over Boulder and the Flatirons.  The snow was fresh and white and the cloud ceiling was 11,000 feet.  

Back over Longmont, a few small lazy clouds hung about at 8000 feet and I was invited to play in them!  First we did steep turns around them, then poked holes in them.  Turning small clouds in to wispy little pieces of clouds, as the city went about its business below.

I had fun.  I was in my happy place.

Revisiting the North Woods

With Christmas over but still a bit of vacation time left and a break in the weather, it seemed only right to revisit the north woods.

You might remember me blogging about northern Wisconsin in the summer... It's a place where a slower pace prevails, miles of country roads skirt thousands of tranquil lakes and the woods grow thick and green all around.  One wakes and falls asleep to the sound of hauntingly beautiful loon song in summer.  It moves me deeply.

 I was curious to know what winter looked like, smelled like, sounded like, but first, we had to get there.

The flight was one and a half hours from Madison.  Without the tail wind of the other day, we flew a respectable 165 mph in what can only be described as mixed weather. 

Middleton Airport was sporting an overcast day and it was COLD!  The Bonanza had been tied down outside for almost 4 days and in 23 degree weather, she needed a little help to get going. (Much like myself!)
After a 20 minute engine heating she roared to life and with another 10 minutes at idle, her oil temperature gradually climbed to 70 degrees.  We were good to go!

Today I was co-pilot.  My jobs included arranging the cockpit for flight, pressing toe-warmers to the soles of my woolly sock-clad feet, taking pictures and keenly observing pilot in command.  One of these days an IFR flight, with radio work, would be all mine and I had much to learn.

Climbing out of 1,200 feet for 6,000 feet, we entered that overcast layer.  The frozen rivers and lakes of Wisconsin fell away, becoming invisible as whiteness surrounded the aircraft.

Above the overcast layer we broke into the sunshine.

Then observed the tiny bit of light rime ice that had stuck on the front window, as it underwent sublimation.

That was the end of the overcast.  It thinned out below us and by the half way point, was entirely gone. Hayward welcomed us at 2 pm with sunny, clear skies and the glow of a late sun.  Yes, it was still cold, but calm and colorful.

Next stop... the cabin on Nice Lake :-)

Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night!

By Dallice Tylee

As I sit and digest all my wonderful Christmas turkey, cookies and pie, Im reflecting on just how lucky I am.

It has been a year of flying, travel, super great real estate clients, long dog walks, exciting photography and perhaps a long overdue understanding of what supportive, loving friends and family I have.

I'm hoping all your Christmas wishes came true and 2013 brings you much love, joy and laughter.

I'm grateful that I will be able to share parts of the coming year with you too!
Thank you for enriching my life.

Thanksgiving 2012

Thanksgiving is my favorite American holiday... still!

As the smell of roasting turkey wafts through the air, it quiets the frown lines I produced on hearing Black Friday sales had already begun.

"My" Thanksgiving shall forever be preserved as a day of food, fun and friends.  Free from caloric guilt and hopeful of leftovers, I greet the day with a smile... and a to-do list a mile long!

Sometime later this afternoon, 20+ people are descending on my house.  I welcome these people... the friends that I call family.  I am thankful for their love, support and friendship.  I am grateful to be surrounded by folks who enrich my life. 

Like last year, I have opted for the picture collage.  A collection of reminders of my good life and those people and experiences that have made it better.  

My story is one of beautiful landscapes and breathtaking sunsets, flying adventures, camping trips, sunny vacations, mountain escapes, beachy gatherings, close friendships, learning, laughter and love.

Thanksgiving Wishes

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

   

May your stuffing be tasty

May your turkey plump,

May your potatoes and gravy 

Have never a lump. 

May your yams be delicious

And your pies take the prize,

And may your Thanksgiving dinner

Stay off your thighs!