Flying is an adventure ... for the passengers ... but for the pilot it's not really supposed to be. We're supposed to be executing a well thought out plan based on years of training, competent preparation, and practiced skills. Thursday was one of those days when there was adventure for the pilot.
Weather in Portland was forecast to be rain and low clouds on Thursday. I'm a little-old-lady pilot and I don't fly in rain and low clouds. Or at night. Or when I'm sick. I don't drink for 24 hours before a flight, and I try to get a good night's sleep.
So after relocating my plane to the Dalles in order to have a 100% chance at departing in favorable weather, I was not happy to hear that the storm was moving faster than anticipated. I called for an update on the weather after we got home from Pride of Portland rehearsal, and was told that by 9am on Thursday there would be a solid cloud layer at 8000 feet above the Dalles. There are 7000 foot mountains in the eastern Cascades and the clearance didn't meet my safety criteria. Solution? Depart earlier.
So at 6am my hosts Ken and Judy Galloway took me to the Dalles airport and I was in the air by 7am, where there were significant areas of blue sky to play with. Heading south I could see of to my right, over the Cascades and Portland was a solid mass of weather.
But I was able to outrun the storm and by the time I reached Mt. Shasta I was past the worst of it. Clear blue skies and lovely flying weather all the way to the San Francisco Bay Area. Not a major "adventure" but a minor one. Outrunning a storm. :)
President Obama was due to arrive in the Bay Area for a conference at Stanford University and they block off large areas of the sky, including my home airport San Carlos, whenever the Commander in Chief is arriving or departing - - not a five minute block, but at least 90 minutes. However as I ended up landing in San Carlos around 11:15am I didn't have to deal with that whole scenario. The chart at the right shows the San Francisco Bay and all the red areas affected by the President's arrival and departure.
It was a wonderful trip, flying, singing, riding a bicycle, pushing the airplane uphill, seeing Judy Beckman's magnificent house, staying with Ken and Judy Galloway, picnicking with Greater Eugene and singing tags, new earrings for my quartet, WAAAM Museum, meeting Zorro the Chihuahua ... Sweet Adelines are the best people! Hugs and kisses!
So after relocating my plane to the Dalles in order to have a 100% chance at departing in favorable weather, I was not happy to hear that the storm was moving faster than anticipated. I called for an update on the weather after we got home from Pride of Portland rehearsal, and was told that by 9am on Thursday there would be a solid cloud layer at 8000 feet above the Dalles. There are 7000 foot mountains in the eastern Cascades and the clearance didn't meet my safety criteria. Solution? Depart earlier.
So at 6am my hosts Ken and Judy Galloway took me to the Dalles airport and I was in the air by 7am, where there were significant areas of blue sky to play with. Heading south I could see of to my right, over the Cascades and Portland was a solid mass of weather.
But I was able to outrun the storm and by the time I reached Mt. Shasta I was past the worst of it. Clear blue skies and lovely flying weather all the way to the San Francisco Bay Area. Not a major "adventure" but a minor one. Outrunning a storm. :)
President Obama was due to arrive in the Bay Area for a conference at Stanford University and they block off large areas of the sky, including my home airport San Carlos, whenever the Commander in Chief is arriving or departing - - not a five minute block, but at least 90 minutes. However as I ended up landing in San Carlos around 11:15am I didn't have to deal with that whole scenario. The chart at the right shows the San Francisco Bay and all the red areas affected by the President's arrival and departure.
It was a wonderful trip, flying, singing, riding a bicycle, pushing the airplane uphill, seeing Judy Beckman's magnificent house, staying with Ken and Judy Galloway, picnicking with Greater Eugene and singing tags, new earrings for my quartet, WAAAM Museum, meeting Zorro the Chihuahua ... Sweet Adelines are the best people! Hugs and kisses!