Here's the story...long, embarrassing, and scary.
The day started off horrible to begin with. I set my alarm for 4:30 and planned to be off the ground by 6 at the lastest. Unfortunately, I set the alarm for 4:30 PM not AM, so I didn't wake up until close to 6. I wake up to find a message on my phone about the plane being in 100hr and not being available. I then drove to the airport with my friend who was coming with me and found that we could get another plane. This plane had a GPS, but it didn't appear to work.
The problem is that by this point, the weather had started to suck. Weather brief revealed that our 3000 ft cielings would be about 500ft a little to the west, but the tops were around 8000-9000MSL. So I planned to fly east until the cieling opened, and go on top to the west until out of the weather (which shouldn't have been too far).
I got on top and found that opening like I expected and headed west over the tops of the clouds (spectacular view - my passenger got pics, I'll post them). The problem was that I was having to constantly climb to keep from getting too close to the cloud tops. When I hit 12,000 feet, I saw that I would soon need to use oxygen (we're both smokers, so that concerned me too), so I made the decision to cancel, go back to the hole (which was HUGE - like 30 miles if not bigger) and head back to Albuquerque.
The hole didn't appear. At this point, we were northeast of Santa Fe, looking for the end of the clouds. I called up flight watch to see if they could help (since I was getting a bit concerned). They said that just east of Las Vegas, they'd start to clear up, but if I headed north, I could theoretically get to the north end above Taos and head to the La Veta pass and find an airport there.
I'm not familiar with that route, and clouds+mountains scare me, so I figured I'd head east of Las Vegas, where cielings were reported as 1500 broken.
I found the gap, headed down to find that that 1500 broken must have been RIGHT over the airport, because I was now essentially scud running, and the hole behind me started to close on me. I looked over at my passenger, who was having a blast (innocence....sigh), and started getting ****ed that I would let myself get him into this situation. Doing it to myself is one thing, but this was an unknowing passenger on his first ride.
So I headed towards the LVS VOR which is colocated with the Las Vegas airport. But wait, that's weird, its showing that I need to go West. So i tune in the Anton Chico VOR to cross check my position on the other VOR. Its showing West also. WTH? That's not possible, unless I am WAAAAY east of course. I tried to get that stupid GPS to work, but alas, I couldn't.
I started looking around for a city or something to identify where I was, but there was nothing but very large looking mountains in all directions. I decided to trust that the VORs were correct, and flew West toward the VOR.
I then began to second guess myself, and gave in and confessed. "Albuquerque Center, Skyhawk 73298 is lost in low, marginal VFR, 7,200 ft. Last known position was east of Las Vegas VOR."
"I'm sorry 298, you are too low for radar contact, can you climb?"
"No, if I climb, I'll be IMC."
"Standby, 298"
Just then, a road, a big road appeared below me. Could this be I-25, I asked myself. There's railroad tracks along the side of it. The sectional shows that there are railroad tracks there. This must be I-25. But now the question was, where around I-25 was I? I decided to follow the road eastbound (which confused me, since I was sure it was I-25) and told ABQ Center that I believed I was over I25 at some point. The cloud bases went up slightly, so I climbed as much as possible while staying legal.
At this point, both CDIs were still indicating that I needed to go east to get to their perspective VORs. Albuquerque Center comes on, and says "73298, radar contact. Suggest heading 355 to Las Vegas Airport."
I turned 355 and started that way, still very low to the ground. At this point, An American Airlines flight (I don't remember the number) started relaying transmissions from the controller as I was beyond mountains that blocked my receipt of his messages.
I kept flying 355 (although the needle for the LVS VOR still showed I needed to go to 090 to get there), and the stupid GPS popped up. It showed me 10 miles from the Las Vegas VOR (I later found out that it automatically gives distance from the closest VOR). The problem was that I still didn't see the airport.
The American Airlines flight told me "Center says that the airport is 1 o'clock, 8 miles." Sure enough, that's what the GPS said also. The airport didn't pop into view until I was about 3 miles away. At that point, I thanked the American Airlines flight and told him to please relay my thanks to Center, was relayed to change to advisory and squawk VFR, and I complied.
I then landed uneventfully at KLVS.
This is the most disturbing story I've ever told. It hurts me to say that I was STUPID enough to get into this situation, and my green-ness certainly showed through. Right now, I am half torn between taking this as a sign that I REALLY need to get my IR, and just admitting that I evidentally don't have what it takes to be a pilot. My judgment yesterday confounds me. I wouldn't call it "get-there-itis" because I was positive at the get go that this would be a simple flight, and I felt no pressure to complete it.
I'm so damn upset with myself right now, I don't think anyone understands.