Disclaimer: I checked how many words @Cajun_Flyer used in her write up and mine is shorter. Hope you enjoy the read.
My home base is KPIA but I used to live in Lafayette, Indiana, which is 124 nm away. I have a favorite pulled pork restaurant there and some co-workers willing to pick me up at the airport to enjoy lunch with me. So I planned my XC around that. My original instructor felt that my route (275nm in total) was too long. But since she closed her flight school and I’m with my new instructor, he had no problem with it. Champaign was a reasonable stop on the way back. Had to add in a stop first at 3MY for fuel and instructor flight planning too. On the docket for the day was KPIA to 3MY to KLAF to KCMI to KPIA. I had my sights on a great lunch and a theme to my flying – college towns!
After getting the kids on the school bus (actually, kid, one was sick) as I usually do, I headed for the airport. Pulling up to the gate to get to the T-hangars, I see a new sign. They changed how to open the gate. No problem, they just say you have to hit ‘#’ now after your badge swipe and personal code. Did that. Nothing. Did it again. Nothing. Do it again. Nothing. You know what they say about doing things over and over expecting a different result…
So I called the ops number and the guy said he would come let me in. They changed over to a new system and ‘maybe’ since I’m a newer tenant mine wasn’t done right. Nice. I was already feeling pressure for being on time to my lunch appointment (see letter ‘E’ in the PAVE checklist) but I kept telling myself it’s better to be alive than on time.
Got to my hangar and opened it up. Constance was waiting for me. That’s my plane. Ran through the preflight and all was good. Got her out of the hangar. Did my usual taking off text to my wife. Started up, yadda yadda yadda. Got my intersection departure for 31 and was on my way. The whopping 10 nm flight to 3MY. Tower told me to stay with him until field in sight. Got the field, went to CTAF, made my calls and made my approach. Too fast and too high. Go around. Bleh. Next approach got gusty and I was being lazy on the cross wind correction. Go around. Feeling like this is really starting well. Third approach I put her down. Parked at the fuel pumps and put 26 gallons in. 3MY has cheaper gas than PIA. There was a twin with one engine running sitting a ways down the ramp. I assumed he wanted gas too. Since I didn’t want to turn the engine back on, I pulled out my tow bar and pulled it forward a bit so he could get to the pumps.
Ran into the lounge and my flight instructor was waiting so we could go through my plans. I showed him my route, talked through some what ifs and he was satisfied. Back out to the plane, a quick look over and sumped the tanks to check for water. All good. Obligatory text to the wife and a text to my lunch companions to tell them I was on my way. Was running 30 minutes or so behind and I knew I had headwinds on the way. Better to be alive than on time.
As I was about to yell “clear prop!” when starting my engine, I look back and there is a toddler running around the ramp behind me. Really? I didn’t want to be like @SixPapaCharlie and be chopping up living beings with my propeller. I unbelt and climb back out thinking I was going to give some parents a piece of my mind, but I’m really not that guy. The parents had gotten the kid and were keeping him in check. Back to the cockpit. Took off from 3MY, got flight following from Peoria Approach and climbed to 7,500. This sounds dumb, but that’s the highest I’ve ever piloted an airplane. Some of you people live at that elevation. Sorry, flat lander here. I even turned the vents off because it was so cold up there. Checked all my visual references and then turned on the iPad to play with FlyQ. The dumb iPad GPS thought I was in Africa. Not helpful. Threw the iPad to the side, put on my autopilot to track the Roberts VOR and enjoyed the scenery. Which for those of you who are Midwest challenged, looks like this.
Peoria Approach hands me off to Chicago Center. I switch over, make my call. Nothing. Call again. Nothing. I can hear other people. I let time pass to try to avoid stepping on people. Call again. Nothing. *sigh* Flip back to Peoria Approach to make sure I got the right frequency. Sure did. Switch back. Play the call game a few more times. Squawk 7600. Decided to see if that would help. A few minutes go by and I hear Chicago Center say “N84699 if you can hear me, switch to X freq.” I switch over and call. Miracles of miracles he can hear me.
I keep on trucking (or flying) and start to see the lower level clouds that had been forecast over by the IL/IN line. Leave 7.5 for 5.5. Still not good enough. Down to 3.5 and now we ride the bumps. Get handed to Champaign Approach. Then as I start to get closer to Lafayette, approach tells me that due to my low altitude, Grissom Approach can’t take me. Frequency changed approved, good day. Oy. So I continue to make my way, looking for the field at Lafayette. I think I see it. Yeah, that’s it. How far away am I? 10? 15? Call the tower. “Lafayette Tower, Archer 84699 is about 10 to the west inbound to land.” “Archer 84699 roger, make left base for runway 5 and call 3 miles out.” So I keep moseying along. “Archer 84699, Lafayette Tower, where are you again?” “Oh I don’t know, maybe now I’m 10 out? I’ve got the field in sight.” “Archer 84699 roger, don’t have you but continue to make your way in.” I hear a few other traffic calls. “Archer 84699, I still don’t have you. Where are you?” “Coming up on the Wabash River now.” “Archer 84699, ok, I still don’t have you.” At this point I start questioning that I really have the right airport. Could I have deviated far enough south that I’m at Frankfort?? Runway layout didn’t match. I know I’m in the right spot. Eventually the tower finds me and I make a long base and final into runway 5. There was a conga line of Purdue aircraft waiting for me. Seems the tower didn’t want to let people takeoff until he knew where I was. I felt bad for making them wait. I’ll call closer to the field next time. I suck at telling how far I am from something.
My landing was ok at Lafayette. Really didn’t want to have to go around with all the other aircraft that were buzzing around there. Busy place. Parked the plane, fuel guys topped me off and I met my co-worker waiting in the parking lot. Grabbed some awesome pulled pork and chatted with co-workers.
And here’s my attempt at being like Cajun. Boiler Up! And yes, that’s a Purdue hat. At least I got the building. I suck at selfies.
My home base is KPIA but I used to live in Lafayette, Indiana, which is 124 nm away. I have a favorite pulled pork restaurant there and some co-workers willing to pick me up at the airport to enjoy lunch with me. So I planned my XC around that. My original instructor felt that my route (275nm in total) was too long. But since she closed her flight school and I’m with my new instructor, he had no problem with it. Champaign was a reasonable stop on the way back. Had to add in a stop first at 3MY for fuel and instructor flight planning too. On the docket for the day was KPIA to 3MY to KLAF to KCMI to KPIA. I had my sights on a great lunch and a theme to my flying – college towns!
After getting the kids on the school bus (actually, kid, one was sick) as I usually do, I headed for the airport. Pulling up to the gate to get to the T-hangars, I see a new sign. They changed how to open the gate. No problem, they just say you have to hit ‘#’ now after your badge swipe and personal code. Did that. Nothing. Did it again. Nothing. Do it again. Nothing. You know what they say about doing things over and over expecting a different result…
So I called the ops number and the guy said he would come let me in. They changed over to a new system and ‘maybe’ since I’m a newer tenant mine wasn’t done right. Nice. I was already feeling pressure for being on time to my lunch appointment (see letter ‘E’ in the PAVE checklist) but I kept telling myself it’s better to be alive than on time.
Got to my hangar and opened it up. Constance was waiting for me. That’s my plane. Ran through the preflight and all was good. Got her out of the hangar. Did my usual taking off text to my wife. Started up, yadda yadda yadda. Got my intersection departure for 31 and was on my way. The whopping 10 nm flight to 3MY. Tower told me to stay with him until field in sight. Got the field, went to CTAF, made my calls and made my approach. Too fast and too high. Go around. Bleh. Next approach got gusty and I was being lazy on the cross wind correction. Go around. Feeling like this is really starting well. Third approach I put her down. Parked at the fuel pumps and put 26 gallons in. 3MY has cheaper gas than PIA. There was a twin with one engine running sitting a ways down the ramp. I assumed he wanted gas too. Since I didn’t want to turn the engine back on, I pulled out my tow bar and pulled it forward a bit so he could get to the pumps.
Ran into the lounge and my flight instructor was waiting so we could go through my plans. I showed him my route, talked through some what ifs and he was satisfied. Back out to the plane, a quick look over and sumped the tanks to check for water. All good. Obligatory text to the wife and a text to my lunch companions to tell them I was on my way. Was running 30 minutes or so behind and I knew I had headwinds on the way. Better to be alive than on time.
As I was about to yell “clear prop!” when starting my engine, I look back and there is a toddler running around the ramp behind me. Really? I didn’t want to be like @SixPapaCharlie and be chopping up living beings with my propeller. I unbelt and climb back out thinking I was going to give some parents a piece of my mind, but I’m really not that guy. The parents had gotten the kid and were keeping him in check. Back to the cockpit. Took off from 3MY, got flight following from Peoria Approach and climbed to 7,500. This sounds dumb, but that’s the highest I’ve ever piloted an airplane. Some of you people live at that elevation. Sorry, flat lander here. I even turned the vents off because it was so cold up there. Checked all my visual references and then turned on the iPad to play with FlyQ. The dumb iPad GPS thought I was in Africa. Not helpful. Threw the iPad to the side, put on my autopilot to track the Roberts VOR and enjoyed the scenery. Which for those of you who are Midwest challenged, looks like this.
Peoria Approach hands me off to Chicago Center. I switch over, make my call. Nothing. Call again. Nothing. I can hear other people. I let time pass to try to avoid stepping on people. Call again. Nothing. *sigh* Flip back to Peoria Approach to make sure I got the right frequency. Sure did. Switch back. Play the call game a few more times. Squawk 7600. Decided to see if that would help. A few minutes go by and I hear Chicago Center say “N84699 if you can hear me, switch to X freq.” I switch over and call. Miracles of miracles he can hear me.
I keep on trucking (or flying) and start to see the lower level clouds that had been forecast over by the IL/IN line. Leave 7.5 for 5.5. Still not good enough. Down to 3.5 and now we ride the bumps. Get handed to Champaign Approach. Then as I start to get closer to Lafayette, approach tells me that due to my low altitude, Grissom Approach can’t take me. Frequency changed approved, good day. Oy. So I continue to make my way, looking for the field at Lafayette. I think I see it. Yeah, that’s it. How far away am I? 10? 15? Call the tower. “Lafayette Tower, Archer 84699 is about 10 to the west inbound to land.” “Archer 84699 roger, make left base for runway 5 and call 3 miles out.” So I keep moseying along. “Archer 84699, Lafayette Tower, where are you again?” “Oh I don’t know, maybe now I’m 10 out? I’ve got the field in sight.” “Archer 84699 roger, don’t have you but continue to make your way in.” I hear a few other traffic calls. “Archer 84699, I still don’t have you. Where are you?” “Coming up on the Wabash River now.” “Archer 84699, ok, I still don’t have you.” At this point I start questioning that I really have the right airport. Could I have deviated far enough south that I’m at Frankfort?? Runway layout didn’t match. I know I’m in the right spot. Eventually the tower finds me and I make a long base and final into runway 5. There was a conga line of Purdue aircraft waiting for me. Seems the tower didn’t want to let people takeoff until he knew where I was. I felt bad for making them wait. I’ll call closer to the field next time. I suck at telling how far I am from something.
My landing was ok at Lafayette. Really didn’t want to have to go around with all the other aircraft that were buzzing around there. Busy place. Parked the plane, fuel guys topped me off and I met my co-worker waiting in the parking lot. Grabbed some awesome pulled pork and chatted with co-workers.
And here’s my attempt at being like Cajun. Boiler Up! And yes, that’s a Purdue hat. At least I got the building. I suck at selfies.