Let'sgoflying!
Touchdown! Greaser!
It was one of those dark west Texas nights for tonight's flight. Departed the city for home (~135nm), at 10:30 pm. Bit of a breeze; light traffic. Clear and a million. Leaving the city lights behind, the towns become fewer and fewer, the ground lights disappeared and I was flying into an inky-black sea. There was no moon at all, the sky was slightly brighter than the ground with a kabillion stars. I had the panel lights on bare minimum to help me out. Hey, there is the glow of El Paso, 200nm away!
Thoughts of Lance's emergency passed through my mind more than once, I wondered what an unplanned set-down on the ground below would bring. I knew oil fields (with their pumps, pipes, wires), thick mesquite patches, sand hills, some hills and canyons were below.
The engine did its thing, and I continued at 8500. As I approached the mountains, I mentally drew the flatter places in the blackness from memory in case the worst would happen. Having flight following gave some small relief. Seemed like the taller parts were reaching up to scratch the bottom of the fuse fabric at times -- just silly imagination, quit pulling. Field in sight! A beautiful row of lights surrounded by ebony nothingness.
Passing 7miles to go I descended to 7000, then pattern altitude past 5miles. A shooting star right in my path made me jump!
A decent arrival, then unpack my wife's 18(eighteen) sacs of shopping which had filled the cabin to the roof! A great day and a wonderful flight.
Thoughts of Lance's emergency passed through my mind more than once, I wondered what an unplanned set-down on the ground below would bring. I knew oil fields (with their pumps, pipes, wires), thick mesquite patches, sand hills, some hills and canyons were below.
The engine did its thing, and I continued at 8500. As I approached the mountains, I mentally drew the flatter places in the blackness from memory in case the worst would happen. Having flight following gave some small relief. Seemed like the taller parts were reaching up to scratch the bottom of the fuse fabric at times -- just silly imagination, quit pulling. Field in sight! A beautiful row of lights surrounded by ebony nothingness.
Passing 7miles to go I descended to 7000, then pattern altitude past 5miles. A shooting star right in my path made me jump!
A decent arrival, then unpack my wife's 18(eighteen) sacs of shopping which had filled the cabin to the roof! A great day and a wonderful flight.