September 11th:
It has been a while since Wild Mama embarked on a good meandering flight and she seemed to be getting
a little antsy to go. Unfortunately, the beautiful VFR trip that she had hoped for was not to be. The skies were blue but the build-ups had already started by the time we blasted off out of X14. It was going to be a flight in to
the heat of the day so low would be a rather hot and bumpy option. The good news is that there was a tailwind aloft at 4,000'.
I filed for 4,000' and got "as filed". Sweet! Just south
of Lakeland I get a call to amend the route. I wonder what that could be? "N614WM: Climb to and maintain 6,000'.
Rest of the route unchanged." Darn. There goes my killer tailwind. As I climb, I hear N63RJ departing from Punta
Gorda at 4,000'. Hey - that Cheryl Lynn and she took my altitude. She is going to 40J to visit Stan again. We travel along
together for the remainder of the State of Florida. I cannot say a word to her until she breaks off to 122.8 to make her final
approach to Perry-Foley. She did not recognize Wild Mama's tail number and was surprised to her that it was me on
the radio. What a hoot. ATC gave her a hard time most of the route while I skated through quite easily ... other than the
loss of my most favorable altitude. But by now I really did not care as I was whipping along at ground speeds up to 165 kts!
That nice little wind made short work of the trip and arrival at Sparta was in a short 4 hours, even
though the bulk of the trip was in IMC. Back to see my friends. Everyone up there was getting ready for the big air show on
September 19th. That was one of the reasons that I came this time as I had missed the last show. I grab the car, put Wild
Mama on her tie down space and head to the house for some rest. I am tired.
September 12th weekend is Mountaineer Days at Fall
Creek Falls State Park - which is probably one of the reasons that the cabins are both rented. I am staying at John & Debbie's house in Sparta. I have missed this annual event each year as well, so it was
time to play tourist and make a visit. The park was packed and the event looked to be a success. There were all sorts of "old-timey"
demonstrations; vendors, crafts and just lots of other nature-type of activities.
I had not gone out to the north entrance to the Park that I can remember in a long time. So I thought it might
be nice to head out the other end - that plus trying to get back through the traffic to the south looked to be a real bear. I finally found the swinging bridge that everyone said was so nice. I found another restaurant that I
had not seen before - the "Front Porch"; and I saw the first glimmer of fall creeping into the forest as a hint
of color change to the yellows and reds was ever so slightly woven into the masses of the end of summery greenery. This will
be a pretty leaf season for sure.
I did not have the luxury of returning
to the Park on Sunday as it was my day to house clean the cabin for the next guests to arrive. I stopped at the airport early
on the way up the mountain and met Bob and his 4 year old son, Logan. Seems Logan really likes airplanes and they were
out there just to see what they could see. The day was a glorious day. I wanted to fly but knew that I had work to do. Hmmm
... the temptation was too compelling and I invited Logan and Bob for a ride in Wild Mama. This would be Logan's
first EVER airplane ride. Although he was a bit apprehensive at first, once he got inside for a look, he was ready to go. We made a quick flight toward
the southwest over Center Hill Lake. The air was cool and still and there was not a cloud to be found. It was a perfect day
for a first ride. We landed a short 20 minutes later but that did not matter. Logan was thrilled and ran up and hugged my
leg and thanked me when we got out of the plane. This is what is so cool about aviation.
September 24th: I have no pins for New Jersey on
my map at home so a small side trip was in order. I wanted to head off for some place different, scenic and in New Jersey. The obvious NJ location would have been Atlantic City; but I was not interested in glitz.
I was interested in peace and quiet. I found a small airport called Aeroflex Andover. It is a 1900' paved strip surrounded
by a lake on either end. Perfect. The departure was a bit delayed due to fog. I watched as the Direct TV blimp parked on the
south end of Carroll County Airport disappeared into the thick fog, then re-appear again moments later. The sun came out and
it was time to go.
The whole trip was shrouded in haze so the visibility
was quite poor; but good enough to see the colors of fall creeping throughout the countryside. As I came to Andover, I had difficulty locating the strip. The GPS said it was there
but it was neatly tucked away next to a hillside, obscured from my vantage point. The first pass was a miss and I had to go
around only to make the second landing attempt by a hair. Wild Mama was floating down the runway in spite of a rather
low air speed indication. I plopped just past the half-way mark and got stopped with a few feet to spare - Everglades City
had been good practice. I enjoyed the lake with a family of geese stopping by for entertainment while I feasted on my G &
M crab cake, salad and fruit. It was nice to relax but the visit to this picturesque point was all too short and it was time
to get back to Carroll County.
I dropped 10 degrees of flaps and
started the runway roll glancing at the airspeed as I lifted off at 45 kts .... only to watch the airspeed indicator flop to 0. This is not good. Well, I am already airborne so there is no point on going back to land on a short
runway. I continued on to Carroll County and landed without incident and without my airspeed indicator. The mechanic there
was prompt to get Wild Mama in the shop only to discover that a piece of debris (he called it "rust") had
dislodged and plugged the system. Although it was an easy fix, it certainly makes me wonder where the d"rust"came
from as I am quite meticulous about the pitot cover. Better today than tomorrow as I expect to have to shoot an approach in
Asheville, NC, an area plagued with rain and low visibility the last couple of weeks.
September 25th weekend: I expected to
be flying in the soup today but not quite as fast as it happened. Once I departed DMW, I never saw the Westminster VOR as the cloud layer was quite low. From that point for the next 2 hours, Wild Mama slogged her
way through the thick, wet clouds enroute to Asheville, NC and the SE Section 99s conference. After a short time in the clouds
Wild Mama started becoming really wild. She started with 100 fpm oscillations that got progressively worse until
they were approaching 1,000 fpm. I cut off the altitude hold on the autopilot and hand flew to stabilize her and she was OK;
but I think the auto pilot has an issue.
I broke out of the
soup 40 minutes outside of Asheville and got to make a visual approach - the scenery was spectacular. Asheville is tucked
away in a valley nestled up against the Blue Ridge Mountains. Approaching from the east, I had to cross the hills at 5,000'
then dump down to land at 2,100' in way too short of a distance. I descended at 1500 fpm and still was too high and fast so
I made another go-around - my specialty for this trip! Approaching like a normal airplane, the landing was good and the airspeed
indicator was working well.
This is my first Section Meeting so I was excited to see old friends
and make new friends. I met Ellen for lunch at the TGI Fridays at the Doubletree Hotel, then we registered and started the
friend meeting process instantly. I brought the quilt so we could sell tickets to keep raising money for the Paradise Coast Chapter for the ARC start in Fort Myers is 2010. The evening found us at a nice reception at the hotel followed by an early evening to bed. I was pooped!
Our business meeting was Saturday morning. I congratulate Lisa on a great job. She kept
the meeting light, while being informative and relatively brief. My kind of meeting. Lunch followed where Denise Waters spoke on ... my favorite topic .... air racing!!! I had planned to go out and about the town but heavy rains and flash
flood warnings kept me up in the hospitality suite hangar flying with friends - both new and old - then heading out to dinner
at Renez Restaurant. Mary Wunder and I shared a room and we were both ready to sleep by the time we left the restaurant after
9 p.m. Lots of flying to do tomorrow.