has anyone ever been through a burn out with aviation? You know you're not as excited as you were once about it, and it seem like it doesn't have the same appeal that it once does?
I did, early this year.
I had a great year for flying in 2006, with a new adventure or two every month: Flying a brand-new G1000 182 to Key West in January, flying Cubs on skis in February, a Twin Comanche from Portland down the Columbia River, out over the Pacific, down to Tillamook and back in March, did my first few ILS's to minimums in actual and then got my IR in April, did my first hard-core IMC flight with approach in May, first aerobatic flight with Chip in the Extra in June, first flight in a seaplane and first time camping with the plane all week at OSH in July, took my mom flying for the first time in August, flew the Extra with Chip again in September, first glider flight in October... Actually didn't have anything in November but at the end of December I did several approaches in actual, down to 300 feet at GRB and about 800 feet at MSN on the ILS's and then my first ASR approach, also in actual, the next day.
After that, I started getting the feeling that I'd done it all and my regular flying seemed kind of boring. While normally I'd have suggested to myself that I go get some time in a taildragger or try something else new, well, that's what I'd been doing all year. I enjoyed those things, especially the acro, skiplanes, seaplanes, and glider but all were quite some distance away and not easily accessible and I couldn't exactly do a hammerhead in the 182.
So, for me what returned the smile to my face WAS to do something different: To not leave the pattern. I went out on a day that could only be described as b*tchin' cold and flew the 182 around the pattern a bunch of times. Winter flying is great anyway: Snow covered the surrounding landscape, visibility was easily 100 miles, and the air was absolutely smooth and syrupy thick. The airplane clawed for the sky at 1800 fpm, easily reaching pattern altitude before the end of the runway. Every time around, I tried to make my landing just that much more perfect.
After all of that fun and varied flying I'd done in the previous year, it was the simple act of going around the pattern and trying to be as precise as possible with an airplane I thought I knew that did it for me. I didn't get in the airplane that day trying to cure my burnout, but when I returned to earth the smile was back.