Today: Kath goes IFR cross country!
BED <-> 7B2 (Northampton, Mass)
The destination was my idea, I wanted to try something non-towered. Got filed and briefed. I guessed a departure time and guessed wrong. Called up clearance delivery way too early, but they were nice to me and got me a new flight plan and clearance. "Wow, they're being nice" says my instructor.
We fought a headwind on the way there. I kept up with GPS reprogramming as we got re-routed and re-re-routed. Just as my instructor had predicted, "You'll plan out everything down to minute accuracy, and as soon as you get in the air, everything will change!" I experimented with the autopilot some more on the way. The air is smooth. "Take a look outside" says my instructor. Gosh, it's IMC! It's like floating in a void, like that episode of Star Trek where the universe shrinks to a spheroid 200 meters in diameter. I wonder if scuba divers ever get the same sensation?
ATC instructs us to decend out of the clouds and we start a VOR-A approach to the field. The approach plate has lower minimums if one has the "local" altimeter setting, which it says you can get on CTAF. Not sure what this meant, I called up Unicom and asked if they had an altimeter setting. They sounded confused too and gave as an "unofficial" setting. Since it sounded untrustworthy, we didn't use it, and went with the higher minimums. What was that about?
Like a doofus, I'd forgotten to change the departure time when filing for the return trip, so my flight plan had expired. Bradley Clearance was kind enough to rustle up a new one for me. "That's twice," said my instructor, "they're being so nice to us. Maybe it's because you're female." "Hey," I responded, "Use all resources available in the cockpit, right?" Including charm!
The trip back was even more interesting. We were due for a tailwind. We got a clearance GPS direct, and a release, switched to CTAF, took off, and called up Bradley Approach again. "What's this?" I asked, pointing to the big red "HDG" flag that had popped up on the HSI. The HSI was all hosed. "You'll have to put it in 'free' mode and check it every 15 minutes," said my instructor. Free mode was no good either. The heading card would not spin. "21693, say heading" said Bradley. "Turn right to 080 and proceed direct DREEM." I started following my vectors with mag compass timed turns. Meanwhile, something was wrong with the GPS too... the screen seemed frozen and the MFD reported no data. My instructor pulled the POH out of the back seat and started paging through it. "Okay, get up to altitude and then we'll try to fix the HSI," he said. "Turn off avionics bus 1, then turn it back on." *gulp* Okay. *snap* *snap* All the avionics flashed off, then on. The HSI was still hosed, the card just wouldn't move. The GPS, rebooted, now seemed stuck on a satellite-acquire screen. "Why won't it acquire?" Helllloooooooo, satellites?? "21693, say heading" said Bradley again. (In other words, 21693, where the hell are you going?) "21693 is having some DG trouble," I said, and got some more vectors. I suggested power-cycling the GPS again, and this time the satellites were back and my heart rate slowed a little bit. We were still in VFR conditions, and flew the whole trip back (including the ILS at home base) without the DG.
Today I learned that the autopilot in "roll" mode only is still my best friend when trying to hold a heading without a DG. And that when in doubt, power-cycle.
And the landing was even a greaser. "I saw that smile," said my instructor after the landing.
Stay tuned for next lesson: Superpilot gets humbled by something and says "aaarrrgg!" many times.
BED <-> 7B2 (Northampton, Mass)
The destination was my idea, I wanted to try something non-towered. Got filed and briefed. I guessed a departure time and guessed wrong. Called up clearance delivery way too early, but they were nice to me and got me a new flight plan and clearance. "Wow, they're being nice" says my instructor.
We fought a headwind on the way there. I kept up with GPS reprogramming as we got re-routed and re-re-routed. Just as my instructor had predicted, "You'll plan out everything down to minute accuracy, and as soon as you get in the air, everything will change!" I experimented with the autopilot some more on the way. The air is smooth. "Take a look outside" says my instructor. Gosh, it's IMC! It's like floating in a void, like that episode of Star Trek where the universe shrinks to a spheroid 200 meters in diameter. I wonder if scuba divers ever get the same sensation?
ATC instructs us to decend out of the clouds and we start a VOR-A approach to the field. The approach plate has lower minimums if one has the "local" altimeter setting, which it says you can get on CTAF. Not sure what this meant, I called up Unicom and asked if they had an altimeter setting. They sounded confused too and gave as an "unofficial" setting. Since it sounded untrustworthy, we didn't use it, and went with the higher minimums. What was that about?
Like a doofus, I'd forgotten to change the departure time when filing for the return trip, so my flight plan had expired. Bradley Clearance was kind enough to rustle up a new one for me. "That's twice," said my instructor, "they're being so nice to us. Maybe it's because you're female." "Hey," I responded, "Use all resources available in the cockpit, right?" Including charm!
The trip back was even more interesting. We were due for a tailwind. We got a clearance GPS direct, and a release, switched to CTAF, took off, and called up Bradley Approach again. "What's this?" I asked, pointing to the big red "HDG" flag that had popped up on the HSI. The HSI was all hosed. "You'll have to put it in 'free' mode and check it every 15 minutes," said my instructor. Free mode was no good either. The heading card would not spin. "21693, say heading" said Bradley. "Turn right to 080 and proceed direct DREEM." I started following my vectors with mag compass timed turns. Meanwhile, something was wrong with the GPS too... the screen seemed frozen and the MFD reported no data. My instructor pulled the POH out of the back seat and started paging through it. "Okay, get up to altitude and then we'll try to fix the HSI," he said. "Turn off avionics bus 1, then turn it back on." *gulp* Okay. *snap* *snap* All the avionics flashed off, then on. The HSI was still hosed, the card just wouldn't move. The GPS, rebooted, now seemed stuck on a satellite-acquire screen. "Why won't it acquire?" Helllloooooooo, satellites?? "21693, say heading" said Bradley again. (In other words, 21693, where the hell are you going?) "21693 is having some DG trouble," I said, and got some more vectors. I suggested power-cycling the GPS again, and this time the satellites were back and my heart rate slowed a little bit. We were still in VFR conditions, and flew the whole trip back (including the ILS at home base) without the DG.
Today I learned that the autopilot in "roll" mode only is still my best friend when trying to hold a heading without a DG. And that when in doubt, power-cycle.
And the landing was even a greaser. "I saw that smile," said my instructor after the landing.
Stay tuned for next lesson: Superpilot gets humbled by something and says "aaarrrgg!" many times.