Pilot.

The flying club I belong to requires that active members fly with an instructor every six months. It’s actually a requirement of the insurance company; it helps keep insurance costs down. Another stipulation is that we can’t fly with the same instructor in two consecutive check flights. Luckily, there are plenty of instructors as part of the membership.

Tonight’s flight was a good flight. I’m always saying that I’m not flying quite enough since moving to Tucson, and it at times this makes me feel a like I need to knock a little rust off the skill set. I’m resolved to stop flying when I feel like I’m becoming a danger. This isn’t the case at this time.

I did some of the usual basic maneuvers for the flight and learned some new ones along the way. It’s good to fly with different instructors because it’s a great way to keep learning and keep building aviator skills. It keeps me out of the realm of complacency.

Earl and I are scheduled to fly on Thursday with plans to take our friend Ryan up for his first flight in a general aviation airplane, but the weather doesn’t look promising. I don’t want to take someone up for their first flight and have them bounce all over the sky, so I raise my personal minimums a little bit for these situations.

One nice thing about living in the desert is that it’s easy to fly year ’round, so I’m sure another opportunity will present itself if the weather doesn’t cooperate on Thursday.

This is Stevie. Stevie is a young pilot I follow on YouTube. Her adventures are awesome, she is an amazing pilot, and I find her to be quite the inspiration as an aviator.

In this video she flies her Cessna 140 into Liberal, Kansas, a city I’ve been in a few times while storm chasing. Now I need to fly into their airport!

I had planned on flying this afternoon. It’s been a week or two since my last flight and I was looking forward to going up solo and just playing around with the airplane a little, doing a few landings at a nearby field, and then heading to home base to airplane away. 

A simple one hour flight.

Unfortunately, Mother Nature had other plans and I ended up canceling the flight. When it comes to aviation safety, I am quite conservative.

Today was one of those days where I don’t like making a weather call. We all know the weather is always changing, but today the forecasters couldn’t make their mind up on the timing as to when the storms would be clearing out of the area and the forecast kept jumping in and out of my planned flight time. So I played it safe and called off the flight. The decision was a good one, thunderstorms were in the area at the beginning of my planned flight time and that’s never good. Mother Nature decided to be funny and bring out the sunshine about an hour later, but then storm clouds quickly followed and more rain moved into the area.

I made the right decision.  Going with my gut is always the right decision.  It doesn’t mean that I enjoyed making that decision though. It’s just part of the plan to become a very old pilot.

Storms are suppose to blow through for the next few days so I probably won’t look at flying again until one night next week. Hopefully Mother Nature will settle down a bit and get herself sorted out so I can enjoy the friendly skies.

I love living near a military base. We have aircraft flying over on a regular basis. It is music to my ears.

Back when we lived in Chicago I earned my “high performance” and “complex” endorsements as a private pilot. These two endorsements allowed me to fly airplanes faster than 200 HP and with retractable gear. I earned these endorsements on a 1978 Cessna R182, or a Cessna 182 with retractable gear. She was called “Large Marge” and was a fun airplane to fly. I liked the speed and being able to comfortably carry my husband, full fuel, and a bit of luggage to a destination in a decent amount of time.

When I joined the flying club here in Arizona I was delighted to see they had not only a Cessna R182 of the same vintage, they also have a Cessna 182 “straight leg”; same airplane without retractable gear. The latter is a newer airplane (2001) and yesterday I went up with an instructor to begin the insurance checkout required for the club.

Due to a Temporary Flight Restriction over Redington Pass, near where the Molino 3 Fire seems to be now under control, we opted to fly to KOLS Nogales and do some touch ‘n goes. We did what we call “air work” on the way down; showing off my proficiency in steep turns, stalls, and the like.

We’re scheduled to go up again in a couple weeks to continue the checkout process. Prior to yesterday’s flight, I had one hour less than the amount needed for insurance requirements.

I’m always a happy guy after a flight. While I’m flying quite a bit this year, I’m never flying enough.

My husband and I went flying on Saturday. It was a great day for a flight, actually, I should clarify, it was a great morning for a flight. We are still experiencing record heat here in the desert and after 10:00 a.m. or so it gets a bit too warm for the kind of performance I’m looking for in a Cessna Skyhawk. So, we were up at 5:15 and at the airport by 6:30.

We did a round trip flight to KIWA Mesa-Gateway Airport, just outside of Phoenix. Total flight time was two hours on the nose, clocking in around 166 miles, including run-up, taxiing, and the touch ‘n go at KIWA.

KIWA has three parallel runways that are fairly close together; a new experience for me. I had flown there once before early last year when I was working on my instrument training. It was nice to see the landscape to and ‘fro and to see where I was landing instead of doing a practiced missed approach, which is common when you’re doing your instrument training.

Earl took the photos while I flew the airplane. I forget there’s an autopilot in this C172, I have too much fun actually flying the airplane.

I am very lucky to have a husband that enjoys being my number one passenger in the airplane. After every flight I ask him if I scared him or anything that might have made him nervous. His response is always the same.

“Never”.

I could watch Svetlana Kapanina fly all day long. I love her technique. She is an amazing pilot.

And we’re the same age! I feel like she has more hours than I do.

A lovely desert morning flight with Earl today. We flew to E77 San Manuel and back, though we didn’t land due to density altitude concerns (it was already in the 90s here) around getting out. This was Earl’s first time through Redington Pass in an airplane. He took some great photos. We passed through at 7500′ MSL, with 9500’+ peaks off our left wing and 7000’+ peaks off our right wing.

Shoutout to the Southwest flight that, when told to watch for us as traffic in his vicinity, “watching for the chicken hawk”. That actually made me LOL. For reference, our call sign today was Skyhawk 912LB. KTUS was fairly busy, nearby DM AFB was doing skydiving operations, and the AZ NG had six jets in the air doing impressive things. As you can see below, we did a few extra turns over the city to get sequenced in. I enjoy playing in the sky with the bigger airplanes. This is something my Dad and Grandfather avoided back in their day, heck they didn’t even have radios.

My first flight in a single-engine airplane took place when I was four years old. I can easily remember the flight; Grandpa Country was flying, Dad was in the right seat (he wasn’t a pilot yet), and I was in the back seat of a Cessna 172. I was wearing a dark plaid shirt of some sort. We took off and flew around the area. I remember looking out the window to the right and seeing the ground below us and enjoying the sensation for a little bit. I then started feeling queasy. Dad looked back at me with his usual grin. I would come to recognize that grin when he gained his pilot’s certificate; Dad really liked aviation. Someone asked me if I was OK. I asked if there was a radio like in the car and Grandpa Country briefly tuned in the local country station and I think he did it over a LORAN, which operated on AM frequencies. Unfortunately neither Grandpa Country nor Dad is around so I can ask.

After a few moments of loud country music I barfed, all over my plaid shirt. I remember the airplane landing and then Grandpa Country and Dad frantically (for them) cleaning up the airplane. I also remember being brought back to the family farm and being cleaned up by Grandma Country and Mom. Apparently a clean airplane was more important than a clean son to the aviators of the family.

Luckily, that’s the only time I’ve ever gotten sick in an airplane.

Tonight I went flying with an instructor to continue getting familiar with the policies and procedures of the (new to me) flying club. I demonstrated five landings, all wonderfully graceful and impressive. We even did an engine out landing and that was a lot of fun.

I totally get Dad’s usual grin when one is in an airplane.

Last month I became part of a local flying club after being on the wait list for a bit. I’ve finished my security clearance requirements necessary for going into restricted areas of the airport and tonight I had the chance to finally get in the air for one of my checkout rides.

I hadn’t flown since early February, and while I have plenty of hours in my logbook, I always get a bit nervous when it’s been over 30 days since I last flew. I knew I needed to do some checkout flights with the club instructors to show them that I actually know how to fly an airplane, and my flight with Josh turned out to be just fine. If there’s any area of my life where I take an extremely conservative approach to things, it’s around my aviation decisions. It’s part of my plan to become a very old pilot.

While I’ve done plenty of touch ‘n goes at KTUS Tucson International Airport, this was my first time actually departing from there. Because it’s the airport is in Class C airspace, there’s a couple of extra things I need to do on the radios to head out, but once I got that down I was good to go.

It was a really fun night and I’m excited about the club airplanes.