azpilot
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I have an interesting story to share that I thought some people here might appreciate. I earned my PPL certificate back in July and have been slowly stretching my wings a bit. This last Saturday, the plan was to take two of my kids on a short cross country flight. The objective was to get accustomed to having two kids in the airplane with me, and to have some good bonding time with the kidos. The weather wasn't cooperating very well, so we ended up making the flight to another local airport. The flight there was lots of fun. We flew over the old town where we lived and I pointed out a few landmarks. My daughter and son (ages 12 and 9) were having lots of fun putting around in the Cessna 172.
After landing at a very small and dessolate airport, and having a nice conversation with the one person working at the FBO we headed back to home at KCHD in Chandler, AZ. We just flew straight back home with no detours this time. As I listened to the ATIS i noted there was about a 8 knot cross wind component (090 @ 11), this was within my capabilities and I was feeling pretty good about the landing. I radioed the tower and was given a straight in for runway 4L. At about two miles out I let the tower know where I was and was cleared for landing. The tower then radioed back, "Winds 100 @21". I quickly radioed back "Roger" without really thinking about what they just said. Then over the next five to ten seconds, the reality of those winds really sunk in. At about one mile final I radioed back and asked for a wind check and got the same answer. I was too busy flying to be able to do that math that quickly in my head (it's a 18 kt cross wind, which I am not really comfortable with), so I just told myself, "I'll give it a shot, and if there is any sign that it isn't working, I'll go around".
At about 100 feet above the ground everything was wrong, and I started the go around. The tower radioed back and told me to make left traffic. I acknowledged and started flying the pattern. While climbing on downwind I noticed that I had to hold what appeared to be a good 20 to 30 degree crab angle to maintain propper alignment with the runway. Abeam my touchdown point I was cleared to land and then told, "Winds 090 @ 21". (16 kt cross wind)
At this point my heart was racing pretty tremendously. I had two of my kids in the plane with me. Luckily, I had coached them before that when we were getting close to the airport and it was time to land they needed to be quiet. Throughout the entire process they sat there like little angels. I composed myself as best as I could and thought, "Well, there is no harm in trying again, if anything looks off, I'll go around and head over to Gateway". (Gateway is a nearby airport with very long wide runways that were more in line with the wind).
I started my decent and got everything lined up. This approach looked much better. At about 50 feet above the ground I was happy with the way everything looked. I had the rudder pedals full depressed and was barely able to keep the nose of the plane alligned with the runway. I had one small bounce on the landing, but other than that it was fine.
As I taxied across to the ramp, I finally exhaled after what seemed like 10 minutes of not breathing. I looked back at both my kids and asked them what they thought of the landing. Both of them looked at me as if nothing was wrong and said, well, it was just a little bit bumpy. Neither of them had any idea how nervous I had been the entire time, or how difficult the landing was for me to make. I guess that is a sign I handled the situation rather well!
After landing at a very small and dessolate airport, and having a nice conversation with the one person working at the FBO we headed back to home at KCHD in Chandler, AZ. We just flew straight back home with no detours this time. As I listened to the ATIS i noted there was about a 8 knot cross wind component (090 @ 11), this was within my capabilities and I was feeling pretty good about the landing. I radioed the tower and was given a straight in for runway 4L. At about two miles out I let the tower know where I was and was cleared for landing. The tower then radioed back, "Winds 100 @21". I quickly radioed back "Roger" without really thinking about what they just said. Then over the next five to ten seconds, the reality of those winds really sunk in. At about one mile final I radioed back and asked for a wind check and got the same answer. I was too busy flying to be able to do that math that quickly in my head (it's a 18 kt cross wind, which I am not really comfortable with), so I just told myself, "I'll give it a shot, and if there is any sign that it isn't working, I'll go around".
At about 100 feet above the ground everything was wrong, and I started the go around. The tower radioed back and told me to make left traffic. I acknowledged and started flying the pattern. While climbing on downwind I noticed that I had to hold what appeared to be a good 20 to 30 degree crab angle to maintain propper alignment with the runway. Abeam my touchdown point I was cleared to land and then told, "Winds 090 @ 21". (16 kt cross wind)
At this point my heart was racing pretty tremendously. I had two of my kids in the plane with me. Luckily, I had coached them before that when we were getting close to the airport and it was time to land they needed to be quiet. Throughout the entire process they sat there like little angels. I composed myself as best as I could and thought, "Well, there is no harm in trying again, if anything looks off, I'll go around and head over to Gateway". (Gateway is a nearby airport with very long wide runways that were more in line with the wind).
I started my decent and got everything lined up. This approach looked much better. At about 50 feet above the ground I was happy with the way everything looked. I had the rudder pedals full depressed and was barely able to keep the nose of the plane alligned with the runway. I had one small bounce on the landing, but other than that it was fine.
As I taxied across to the ramp, I finally exhaled after what seemed like 10 minutes of not breathing. I looked back at both my kids and asked them what they thought of the landing. Both of them looked at me as if nothing was wrong and said, well, it was just a little bit bumpy. Neither of them had any idea how nervous I had been the entire time, or how difficult the landing was for me to make. I guess that is a sign I handled the situation rather well!