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Heard on descent, about 100 miles north of Sacramento, California:
Cessna 12345:
"Oakland Center, Cessna Four Five Six. Am I still getting flight following? I was looking at my chart and might have missed a call."
Oakland Center:
"Cessna Four Five Six, you're still on my radar and receiving flight following."
Cessna 12345:
"Thank you, ma'am. I just hadn't had a call for a while."
Oakland Center:
"Flight following is like a marriage. The less I talk to you, the better off we are."
Norm Champ
via e-mail
Mike, the intrepid and trusty CFII
At this point it was pretty turbulent, and we were getting bumped around, which made tackling the approach a bit more interesting. I could see how single pilot IFR could be very difficult, particularly if the conditions were worse such as rain and/or at night.
Once established at the MDA, Mike let me take the foggles off, and there was the runway a bit off to the left of the nose, in part due the crab to take care of the wind out of the west. After landing, the line crew was right there with the fuel truck and we were soon talking to the "good ole boys" in the FBO lounge (they had a remotely controlled fart noise making machine in the men's room...oh yeah). One was a spitting image of the assistant coach in the movie "Waterboy". Good people!
Altitude:check, heading:check, needle: centered, engine gauges:nominal - hey IFR is easy...!
There was not much time to waste as we really wanted to get going. Since we had departed about 4PM from Zelienople, we know we would be landing in the dark at Beaufort no matter what, but we still wanted to have as much daylight for the trip as possible. I called the briefer in the lounge to receive the weather for the next leg, and filed our next flight plan with him. I happened to get a very chatty briefer and received one of the most through briefings I ever had, at least 10 minutes long. Soon we were back in the airplane and we received our clearance from delivery and we were on our way again.
Foggles:Check, View out the window:Negative...Doh!
I wish I could say I really enjoyed the view, but we were pretty diligent about keeping the foggles on. This is training after all. I could definitely see how one could get very complacent flying IFR with ATC watching your back. As we neared our destination. ATC vectored us a bit off of our route and has us fly almost directly over the approach end of runway 15 at Charleston Intl. It was now dusk and the airport was all lit up.
We saw a commercial airliner on final go underneath us. The air was now much calmer with a 20 knot wind out of the west, but no turbulence at all. I looked up to see the sun setting in the west, very cool. We were vectored along the coast line of South Carolina and it was now getting very dark. ATC informed us that Beaufort would be directly to our 12 and we strained our eyes through the darkness looking for a beacon. We were also acutely aware that were were now about 1000' above mostly desolate marsh and swamp land, probably a place you would not want to lose your engine.
Finally we had the airport in sight, we canceled IFR and prepared for a straight in landing on runway 25. I was also now noticed that even though were on final approach speed, our ground speed was at a crawl. The winds had picked up a bit and we were creeping into the airport as we were now headed right into the westerly winds. Mike suggested adding power to get our asses to the airport as we did not want to hang out over these swamps for longer than we needed to... We landed about 9:30PM, taxied onto the ramp, and my dad came up to greet us. What a fun and fantastic way to get down to South Carolina!
Backyard view at Brays
The next day we gave Mike the Brays Island royal treatment taking him sporting clays shooting in the morning and a nice lunch at the golf club house. In the afternoon, Mike and I did a scouting trip to another potential good airport to land, Ridgeland, and it turned out to be a very good potential place to land next trip. Afterwards we went back and relaxed on the dock with a couple of beers and then put together an amazing steak dinner. A perfect saturday. After dinner I planned the route back home, with a plan to land at Roanoke, VA via the localizer approach for runway 33 for the fuel stop, and a touch-and-go at Butler airport using the ILS approach for runway 8.
Climbing out of Beaufort, SC - a rare moment without the foggles. South Carolina intercoastal waterway in the background
Soon we found ourselves back in the cockpit after the usual weather briefing and preflight, ready to go. We picked up our clearance on the ground this time, and taxied to the end of runway 24 for takeoff. We climbed out via the SID DIXXY 5 departure which helps deal with the quickly rising terrain to the west and north. We turned on course and leveled at 8,000 and were treated to some wild rides with turbulence again created from the westerly winds rushing over the terrain. It was bad enough that Mike asked for higher, which ATC kindly gave us and things smoothed out a bit. As Mike said though, this was flying in March.
Snowshoe ski resort in West Virginia