EdFred
Taxi to Parking
...no people out.
Yesterday morning, I got up and saw low scuzzy overcast, so I flipped on the TV and was watching some Food Network. Then I heard it raining, but through the blinds it looked like blue sky. Sure enough, clear skies, and the rain was just the snow melting from Saturday's snow off my upper roof and dripping onto my lower roof. Well, time to throw on some jeans and mosey on down to the airport and put some go juice in the tanks. Great, jeans are not dry yet. Oh well, pajama pants will do just fine - how can you go wrong with navy blue plaid pants?
So I get to the airport and find a few people down there sitting around talking, but not doing any flying. After a few minutes of BS, I drive the vette around to the hangar, pull out 7DS, coax a start out of it, and head on over to the compass rose, to recheck/recalibrate my compass which does not want to indicate correctly at all. Still is being stubborn, even with the compensation spheres attached. But I got it within a reasonable plus-minus, and then headed back over to the pumps to fuel up. One bad thing about tip tanks, I can have an hour and a half of fuel in the plane, and still put in nearly 70 gallons - and that's not a pretty fuel reciept to look at.
I depart on 12, ride out a couple little bumps as I turned back to the west, and the bumps subsided at about 4,000 which is right where the haze layer got rather thick. Legal VFR, but not so great. I head out towards Lake Michigan, and was able to find a couple extra knots out of 7DS, rudder trim had been cranked all the way to the left for the past couple flights, so I centered that, and seemed to get to about 131-2kias at 8500. I reached the shoreline, pulled power back to about 18", cranked the trim a bit forward, went into a nice smooth descent at about 155kias until I was about a mile and half off the shore, and made a turn to the south.
At about 2000' AWL (not a typo), I resumed the turn, kept the descent going until I was about 200AWL, and just cruised along the shoreline until I was about 8 miles from South Haven. Then decided it was time to head back up north, so I made the turn, and descended to about 650' MSL - about 70 feet off the water. Set the power to 20" and 2100 RPM, and just cruised it nice and smooth at 120kts about 500' away from the shore. Saw a few people out walking their dogs, and as I'd get about ready to pass them they would stop and look until I flew by and then continue walking again.
I contoured the shoreline, bouncing out further over the lake when I would approach the piers, then swoop back into shore after I passed them. It will be one of the last times this year I'll be able to fly low enough to be below the tops of the dunes and that close to the shoreline. Soon, everyone will be out with their powerboats, sailboats, cats, and fishing boats, and I'll be pushed up five hundred feet, when they begin to dot the water like stars in the sky.
I passed abeam Holland Park Township, turned up the RPMs, opened the throttle, and made a climbing left, two hundred seventy degree turn up to about 1750' and made a phone call to my buddy that lives in Holland.
"Hey, you know how you're always wondering if I flew over your house?"
"Yeah."
"Go outside, I'll be west to east in about two minutes."
So I pick out what I think is the right street, no that's not it, that has to be...32nd, there's the hospital, that's 24th-ish, ok, a little more to the north, ok, that's Menards and Meijer, one street south, perfect. So at 25" and 2300, I put myself right over the house, then made another climbing left turn, circled back over the intersection he's at and then cruised on back home at 3500'. I followed a Skyhawk on base, and logged 1-1/2 landings because I was thinking about the hold the nosewheel off thread, and had about 3kts too much on touchdown.
It was only about an hour of flight, but the best hour this year, because I wasn't going anywhere, and I was in one of the few places in the Midwest were I could legally fly below the surrounding terrain without worrying about hitting anything immovable.
Yesterday morning, I got up and saw low scuzzy overcast, so I flipped on the TV and was watching some Food Network. Then I heard it raining, but through the blinds it looked like blue sky. Sure enough, clear skies, and the rain was just the snow melting from Saturday's snow off my upper roof and dripping onto my lower roof. Well, time to throw on some jeans and mosey on down to the airport and put some go juice in the tanks. Great, jeans are not dry yet. Oh well, pajama pants will do just fine - how can you go wrong with navy blue plaid pants?
So I get to the airport and find a few people down there sitting around talking, but not doing any flying. After a few minutes of BS, I drive the vette around to the hangar, pull out 7DS, coax a start out of it, and head on over to the compass rose, to recheck/recalibrate my compass which does not want to indicate correctly at all. Still is being stubborn, even with the compensation spheres attached. But I got it within a reasonable plus-minus, and then headed back over to the pumps to fuel up. One bad thing about tip tanks, I can have an hour and a half of fuel in the plane, and still put in nearly 70 gallons - and that's not a pretty fuel reciept to look at.
I depart on 12, ride out a couple little bumps as I turned back to the west, and the bumps subsided at about 4,000 which is right where the haze layer got rather thick. Legal VFR, but not so great. I head out towards Lake Michigan, and was able to find a couple extra knots out of 7DS, rudder trim had been cranked all the way to the left for the past couple flights, so I centered that, and seemed to get to about 131-2kias at 8500. I reached the shoreline, pulled power back to about 18", cranked the trim a bit forward, went into a nice smooth descent at about 155kias until I was about a mile and half off the shore, and made a turn to the south.
At about 2000' AWL (not a typo), I resumed the turn, kept the descent going until I was about 200AWL, and just cruised along the shoreline until I was about 8 miles from South Haven. Then decided it was time to head back up north, so I made the turn, and descended to about 650' MSL - about 70 feet off the water. Set the power to 20" and 2100 RPM, and just cruised it nice and smooth at 120kts about 500' away from the shore. Saw a few people out walking their dogs, and as I'd get about ready to pass them they would stop and look until I flew by and then continue walking again.
I contoured the shoreline, bouncing out further over the lake when I would approach the piers, then swoop back into shore after I passed them. It will be one of the last times this year I'll be able to fly low enough to be below the tops of the dunes and that close to the shoreline. Soon, everyone will be out with their powerboats, sailboats, cats, and fishing boats, and I'll be pushed up five hundred feet, when they begin to dot the water like stars in the sky.
I passed abeam Holland Park Township, turned up the RPMs, opened the throttle, and made a climbing left, two hundred seventy degree turn up to about 1750' and made a phone call to my buddy that lives in Holland.
"Hey, you know how you're always wondering if I flew over your house?"
"Yeah."
"Go outside, I'll be west to east in about two minutes."
So I pick out what I think is the right street, no that's not it, that has to be...32nd, there's the hospital, that's 24th-ish, ok, a little more to the north, ok, that's Menards and Meijer, one street south, perfect. So at 25" and 2300, I put myself right over the house, then made another climbing left turn, circled back over the intersection he's at and then cruised on back home at 3500'. I followed a Skyhawk on base, and logged 1-1/2 landings because I was thinking about the hold the nosewheel off thread, and had about 3kts too much on touchdown.
It was only about an hour of flight, but the best hour this year, because I wasn't going anywhere, and I was in one of the few places in the Midwest were I could legally fly below the surrounding terrain without worrying about hitting anything immovable.