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Pattern Altitude
Instead of trying to rewrite the whole thing, I am quoting (more or less verbatim) the letter I sent to my club's maintenance officer this evening. I must admit that for a moment or two today, I wasn't entirely certain we'd come out of it alive. And yes, it was legal all the way. As I found out, that really doesn't mean jack squat, when things start going wrong, and you're trying to maintain the composure necessary to deal with conditions shifting much more rapidly than you ever thought possible, and your kids are next to and behind you, blissfully unaware of what's going on. The plane never got ahead of me, thankfully. But I have also never been so glad to feel the wheels hitting the tarmac as I have been when I touched down midfield on one niner right.
Coming in, weather was reporting at 9 miles, 800 broken - typical of the area and stuff I've previously flown and approached under via SVFR a few times with no issue. It felt rather familiar. I never saw it deteriorate so fast before.
In hindsight, I can think of plenty of things I could have done differently, and it really wasn't that bad when all is said and done (heck, in retrospect it was good experience), but I found out that when stuff starts happening and then keeps happening, it's a lot harder to stay on top of it when you're up there than when you're on the ground thinking about it later - or even beforehand. I think what really made me sit up and take notice was when Travis asked me 10 minutes into this whole thing whether the plane was IFR capable. I responded that the plane was, but the pilot wasn't, but of course they didn't hear me and asked the same thing a couple more times. Kinda woke me up to how much of a corner I had painted myself into.
Anyway, the letter:
==
Folks,
I wanted to write with regards to [the 182] this afternoon.
[...]
That aside, I had a harrowing 45 minute experience coming back. I had
my family with me onboard. On my way out earlier in the day, radio 1
had some issues, and Norcal called on me 4 or 5 times before they
heard my response, even though I was repeating it over and over. But
it cleared up when I got close to Half Moon Bay, which is where we
went. I switched to radio 2 and everything was fine.
On the way back, I asked for special VFR clearance to get into CCR.
The weather showed VFR at CCR when we left HAF, and then became
marginal en route. Not a problem, I've done SVFR before in and out of
CCR, I'm quite used to it. It didn't look particularly menacing at
that point in time.
This time, however, BOTH radios decided to start acting funny after I
was well under the clouds, at 500ft over the delta, with the fog
slowly building and IFR traffic having priority over me to get into
CCR. I had to stay in a circling pattern, which would have been fine
since I had visual ground contact, except that Travis could hear me
only very occasionally on radio 1, and not at all on 2. I had at some
point left all proper radio phraseology and started repeating over and
over "[callsign], circling east of Benicia bridge at 500 ft, can you hear
me?". Took about 10 tries for it to get a response, and you can
imagine the rest. This introduced a tremendous amount of delay, which
of course meant the weather had plenty of time to get worse. I think
we circled for about 30 minutes in worsening conditions, mostly just
trying to resolve communications.
There was also no getting back out, visibility was down close to the
lower limits of SVFR, and the mist was collecting fast. I was
considering declaring an emergency (like anyone could have heard me,
but I was about to squawk 7600) when I suddenly got a couple of quick
exchanges going with Travis, they turned me over rapidly to CCR tower,
and they gave me the clearance to come in to 19R, and then the radio
failed again. It was enough though, and I could still just make out
the airport beacon and subsequently the runway to make it in safely
(greased it too, heh). Radio 1 came back to life at that point so I
was able to talk to ground and get to the east ramp normally, whereas
radio 2 died entirely (I tried it once and gave up).
I have to say that I am really nervous about flying [the 182] again though.
Sure, I'm glad that I had good training and could keep my calm in
pretty ugly conditions, and everything unfolded with very little drama,
but it felt real close to not being fine at all. It's hard to figure
out what to do when you can hear other planes coming in IFR on an
approach that will cross my own path, and the only way to avoid that
path was climb into an actual thick cloud layer, and not being able to
discuss options with ATC. I tried my best to figure out who was where
before I headed in, and luckily the radio gave me just enough there at
the end that there was no issue, but there were plenty of pretty
nervous moments.
I called CCR tower afterwards (on my own accord) and chatted with the
controller. He confirmed that he could not hear my communications for
most of the time, which is why they kept trying to reach me with the
same information (like the SVFR clearance). He said on the times they
COULD hear me, my voice broke repeatedly. It turned out alright,
thankfully. But PLEASE look at those radios. Please.
I canceled my scheduled flight in [the 182] for tomorrow.
Coming in, weather was reporting at 9 miles, 800 broken - typical of the area and stuff I've previously flown and approached under via SVFR a few times with no issue. It felt rather familiar. I never saw it deteriorate so fast before.
In hindsight, I can think of plenty of things I could have done differently, and it really wasn't that bad when all is said and done (heck, in retrospect it was good experience), but I found out that when stuff starts happening and then keeps happening, it's a lot harder to stay on top of it when you're up there than when you're on the ground thinking about it later - or even beforehand. I think what really made me sit up and take notice was when Travis asked me 10 minutes into this whole thing whether the plane was IFR capable. I responded that the plane was, but the pilot wasn't, but of course they didn't hear me and asked the same thing a couple more times. Kinda woke me up to how much of a corner I had painted myself into.
Anyway, the letter:
==
Folks,
I wanted to write with regards to [the 182] this afternoon.
[...]
That aside, I had a harrowing 45 minute experience coming back. I had
my family with me onboard. On my way out earlier in the day, radio 1
had some issues, and Norcal called on me 4 or 5 times before they
heard my response, even though I was repeating it over and over. But
it cleared up when I got close to Half Moon Bay, which is where we
went. I switched to radio 2 and everything was fine.
On the way back, I asked for special VFR clearance to get into CCR.
The weather showed VFR at CCR when we left HAF, and then became
marginal en route. Not a problem, I've done SVFR before in and out of
CCR, I'm quite used to it. It didn't look particularly menacing at
that point in time.
This time, however, BOTH radios decided to start acting funny after I
was well under the clouds, at 500ft over the delta, with the fog
slowly building and IFR traffic having priority over me to get into
CCR. I had to stay in a circling pattern, which would have been fine
since I had visual ground contact, except that Travis could hear me
only very occasionally on radio 1, and not at all on 2. I had at some
point left all proper radio phraseology and started repeating over and
over "[callsign], circling east of Benicia bridge at 500 ft, can you hear
me?". Took about 10 tries for it to get a response, and you can
imagine the rest. This introduced a tremendous amount of delay, which
of course meant the weather had plenty of time to get worse. I think
we circled for about 30 minutes in worsening conditions, mostly just
trying to resolve communications.
There was also no getting back out, visibility was down close to the
lower limits of SVFR, and the mist was collecting fast. I was
considering declaring an emergency (like anyone could have heard me,
but I was about to squawk 7600) when I suddenly got a couple of quick
exchanges going with Travis, they turned me over rapidly to CCR tower,
and they gave me the clearance to come in to 19R, and then the radio
failed again. It was enough though, and I could still just make out
the airport beacon and subsequently the runway to make it in safely
(greased it too, heh). Radio 1 came back to life at that point so I
was able to talk to ground and get to the east ramp normally, whereas
radio 2 died entirely (I tried it once and gave up).
I have to say that I am really nervous about flying [the 182] again though.
Sure, I'm glad that I had good training and could keep my calm in
pretty ugly conditions, and everything unfolded with very little drama,
but it felt real close to not being fine at all. It's hard to figure
out what to do when you can hear other planes coming in IFR on an
approach that will cross my own path, and the only way to avoid that
path was climb into an actual thick cloud layer, and not being able to
discuss options with ATC. I tried my best to figure out who was where
before I headed in, and luckily the radio gave me just enough there at
the end that there was no issue, but there were plenty of pretty
nervous moments.
I called CCR tower afterwards (on my own accord) and chatted with the
controller. He confirmed that he could not hear my communications for
most of the time, which is why they kept trying to reach me with the
same information (like the SVFR clearance). He said on the times they
COULD hear me, my voice broke repeatedly. It turned out alright,
thankfully. But PLEASE look at those radios. Please.
I canceled my scheduled flight in [the 182] for tomorrow.