I flew, all by myself, to Ardmore, OK, did a touch and go there, then flew to Paul’s Valley and did a touch and go there, and then flew back to OUN. Total Distance: 120 NM, Total Time: 1.8 hours. Admittedly, it’s a very simple cross-country. I-35 goes ALMOST all the way to Ardmore, and where it veers off my course, there’s a railroad. The railroad is kind of hard to spot, and Ardmore is just on the other side of what is the first hill I’ve ever seen from the window of a plane I’ve piloted. There aren’t many…
When I showed up for my lesson on Thursday D. sent me up with Ed. I’m not sure if he said something that helped, but my landings were much, much better. I made several good landings and no bad landings. I’m not sure if it was Ed that helped because even my first landing with Ed was better than I had been doing. Maybe it was the time off. I still need practice, lots of practice, but I can land with a crosswind just fine. On Friday, I took D. on a cross-country. I plotted a course to Paul’s Valley…
It (was Friday when I started writing this) and I’ve only flown twice this week. Weather, weather, weather. Monday, it was raining. Tuesday, I called D. to find out if I was in the schedule. The clouds were really low, but it was still VFR. He said I was scheduled to fly at 4pm. A few minutes later, my phone rang again. “Can you come fly now?” “Well, it’ll take me 15 minutes to get ready and half an hour to bicycle over there…” “I’ll pick you up.” So he did. It turns out that one of of the instructors…
I’m going to Virginia and, once again, am not going to see an EFO concert. They play there every other weekend–why not whenever I’m there? Oh well. “Sweet, sweet Virgina always keeps an open door…” I flew yesterday and today. I’ve now spent the last three lessons and nearly five hours flight time doing nothing but landing. 40+ landings. And you know what? I still suck. I very consistently make mediocre landings. My landings are all reasonably safe (at least considering that I’ve got a mile long runway to play with) and aren’t horrific. But I’m not getting much better.…
I’m not exactly sure why Joanna thought I wasn’t allowed to fly in the rain… Around here I need 3 miles of visibility, and I have to stay 500 feet below, 1000 feet above and 2000 feet horizontally from all clouds. I also need 3 miles of visibility. The ceilings were above 12,000 feet, there was better than 10 miles visibility, and light rain today. We flew. Actually, D. didn’t think I could fly either. “I dunno about the weather,” he told me. By now I’d already bicycled there. I’d gotten a weather brief. The briefer said, yes, there was…