Dinner with Jeff and his lovely bride was great. Next day, Eric and I had three appointments. A little time in between a couple allowed for a walk on Seal Beach. Eric is a very formal young man; the staff are always kidding him that he wears a tie in the shower. I made sure to get a picture of him walking on Seal Beach in his tie and black dress shoes. He's got a good sense of humor (I was wearing slacks and running shoes, though the latter only because I forgot to pack my dress shoes--oops).
Our last contact took Eric to the metro station so he could get his flight back from LAX, and I drove back to FUL. Next stop, CMA. Best route is up over El Monte, then west over Burbank. Not sweat, amazingly little traffic again. Maybe people have given up flying in the LA Basin? I was heading west from Burbank right at rush hour along the Ventura Freeway, which was, of course, a parking lot. I confess I yielded to my baser instincts and mentally sent a "nyah nyah" down there.
By the time I reached CMA, I was flying straight into the sun, and that was the landing direction. I got lined up.....for the taxiway, which was reflecting the sunlight. As I got closer, it started looking less and less like a runway, so I kept looking around and looking around and that was all I could see. About a half-mile out I just didn't like what I was seeing and even though I STILL couldn't see a runway, executed a go-around to think about things. It wasn't until I was abeam the runway that I could see it. It was surfaced in light-absorbing asphalt--weirdest thing I've ever seen. Tower knew immediately what had happened, and jumped on and said "don't feel bad, a Challenger did the same thing 15 minutes ago". Turns out they just resurfaced, and they've even had people land on the taxiway. Seems like they'd do something, like turn on the REILs early. I sure would have seen them because I was really looking. After I came around, I still couldn't see the runway, but at least knew where it was. Didn't see it for real until I was over the blast zone at the approach end.
Oh well. Nice dinner with a friend who has been through some rough times; relieved to see he's starting to recover. Very nice lunch with my last contact the next morning, then off to the Bay Area. Rough flight up, but that's par for the course sometimes.
I'm in the BA for my parents' 80th birthday, and yesterday, my brother and I flew up to Lassen to get my younger niece, who is doing and internship up there. Beautiful flight up and back. Stopped in Napa to get lunch at Jonesy's, a well-know pilot stop. Back to PAO, and this morning my parents got up to find their front door decorated (by my nieces) with balloons, crepe paper, and flowers.
Judy