Today, I finally got to go!
We went, despite the weather being forecasted as an unpleasantly gusty crosswind, and were pleasantly surprised with winds almost right down the runway, 4-8kts. I got the rest of my dual cross country completed and my three solo, full-stop landings at a towered airport done, too. All the pictures I have are from my instructor, who took them while I was flying my solo landings.
Run-up check on the FBO ramp right before I took off by myself:
All by myself, take-off number #1:
This one was crazy - right away, the controller asked me to extend my upwind. Then she cancelled that, and told me to make right traffic, instead of left. It occurred to me as I was making a somewhat reasonably-shaped right pattern that I had never done right traffic before. It seriously messes with your mind. The landing wasn't super duper pretty, but it wasn't bad, either.
Take-off #2:
The second two landings were easier. I got to make left traffic, and I was more comfortable with the tower at that point, which helped a lot.
Taxiing back to Maverick after my last landing:
And yes, there were jets coming and going the whole time! It was kinda wild to be hear "Delta XXXX, cleared to land runway 15, #2 behind a Cherokee on short final", and know that you were that Cherokee!
As a whole, it wasn't as freaky as it seemed like it would be, but it was still really weird. It was very hard to refrain from calling in pattern positions. It just seemed very wrong to fly around without saying much of anything! LOL The runway was three times longer and twice as wide as I was used to, but it didn't seem to matter much. We were on flight following all the way out, then went over to FSD approach, and they handed us over to tower. Tower and ground were on the same frequency today, which was nice, and they were pretty nice, too. I forgot to say, "student pilot", but I am sure they figured it out. LOL I did almost all of the radio work - except for one call, that I couldn't make heads or tails of for a good five minutes, as we were climbing out and departing to go home. The controller was just telling us we were out of his area and to squawk VFR, but I think my brain had reached critical overload at that point. Thankfully, that only lasted a short time, as I was doing hood work the whole way home.
When we got back, my instructor told me that the only other dual hours she needed to give me were my night cross country and the checkride prep, and that I could come down the airport even if she wasn't there and go fly.
I am going to try to get some solo time knocked out this week, and start hitting the books hard-core to prep for the oral. Assuming the weather cooperates, I might be done in three or four weeks! That is absolutely crazy. How did that happen?!