Yesterday's mission: Fly from Marfa, Texas (KMRF), in far, far west Texas, up to Ruidoso, New Mexico (KSRR, aka Sierra Blanca), collect my bride and her girlie friend, and fly home to Dallas.
Wind. Such wind. It was gusting in the 40+knot range at both Marfa and Ruidoso, and well over 50 knots at Guadalupe Peak (right on the flight path). Those winds, in those hills (not to mention off alignment with runways at both ends) meant no flying all day. It was tump-you-over-standing-up weather at Marfa.
Finally eased up to manageable ("West-Texas Calm," meaning 15 knots), so I launched right at sunset, climbing right away to 9,500' for terrain clearance.
Folks, it is DARK out there. I mean, no moon, dark dark. The mountain turbulence had abated mostly, a few bumpies, but generally good, but I had to rely upon IMC skills entirely.
Did I mention it was dark?
And, when I landed, it was cold, too, so I loaded up the girls, got the pax briefing done, and launched; better climb performance than I expected, departing from a 6,800' elevation airport, so that cold was not wasted. Home to Dallas at 11,500', and it was almost like I had a private circuit to ATC much of the way; the occasional airliner and lil' ol' me.
Worst bumps of the night were in the last 3 minutes or so, gusty at Addison, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, but I managed not to bend anything, then home to dog, cat and bed.
Filled up in Marfa, flew to SRR then to ADS, landed with almost two hours cruise fuel remaining. Remarkable things, these aeroplanes!
Wind. Such wind. It was gusting in the 40+knot range at both Marfa and Ruidoso, and well over 50 knots at Guadalupe Peak (right on the flight path). Those winds, in those hills (not to mention off alignment with runways at both ends) meant no flying all day. It was tump-you-over-standing-up weather at Marfa.
Finally eased up to manageable ("West-Texas Calm," meaning 15 knots), so I launched right at sunset, climbing right away to 9,500' for terrain clearance.
Folks, it is DARK out there. I mean, no moon, dark dark. The mountain turbulence had abated mostly, a few bumpies, but generally good, but I had to rely upon IMC skills entirely.
Did I mention it was dark?
And, when I landed, it was cold, too, so I loaded up the girls, got the pax briefing done, and launched; better climb performance than I expected, departing from a 6,800' elevation airport, so that cold was not wasted. Home to Dallas at 11,500', and it was almost like I had a private circuit to ATC much of the way; the occasional airliner and lil' ol' me.
Worst bumps of the night were in the last 3 minutes or so, gusty at Addison, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, but I managed not to bend anything, then home to dog, cat and bed.
Filled up in Marfa, flew to SRR then to ADS, landed with almost two hours cruise fuel remaining. Remarkable things, these aeroplanes!