Solo Cross Country

Today is the day of my long solo cross country. It is really the last thing I need to log before my checkride. I planned to go from Falcon Field (KFFZ), to Lake Havasu City (KHII), to Blythe, CA (KBLH), and back to Falcon Field.

The first leg of my trip began at 6:00AM (13:00 Zulu) and was going to take me over SDL and DVT into the mountains towards the Colorado River. It was a beautiful morning and the scenery was incredible. I was hitting all of my checkpoints pretty much right on. All was well until my coffee spilled all over the right seat AND my logbook. Oh well, at least it looks used now. When I came within 12 miles of Lake Havasu, I radioed that I would be making left traffic for Runway 14. This would allow me to fly by the airport for observation.

Suddenly a voice came over the CTAF frequency saying that winds were calm and that the calm wind runway was 32. OK that's fine I can go straight in for 32 - oh, but wait, I read a NOTAM that said straight in approaches were not allowed. Cool! Fly out over the lake and make left traffic for 32.

Landed and had to pee really bad so I taxied to the FBO. Pee'd got a bottle of water and ended up putting a quart of oil in the plane - it was down under 5 quarts.


Off to Blythe. This is a really cool flight because you can basically fly down the Colorado River the entire way. It is a nice flight. Short too. Unfortunately, the airport is a total hole. I took a picture of the sole hangar at the airport. It has definitely been on this earth longer than I have. Made a quick bathroom break and headed back to Phoenix.

Upon leaving, I contacted Los Angeles Center for flight following. They were great. They handed me off to Albuquerque Center. All was going well and then I was handed off to Phoenix approach. Then Phoenix approach cleared me into Class Bravo airspace at 4500 feet for one of the west to east VFR transitions. I wasn't expecting this but I'm willing to try anything once. I then got handed off to another controller. I switched frequencies and the following exchange took place:

Phoenix Approach, Archer 2 8 7 Hotel Papa is with you at 45oo feet.

November 2 8 7 Hotel Papa, Phoenix Approach. Care to tell me why you're with me at 4500 feet when the previous controller cleared you to 5500 feet?

Phoenix Approach, Archer 2 8 7 Hotel Papa. I wrote down and read back 4500 feet. Since the controller did not correct my read back, I think I'm cleared to 4500 feet.

November 2 8 7 Hotel Papa, Phoenix Approach. Negative. You were not cleared to 4500 feet. Cancel Class Bravo clearance, radar service terminated, squawk 1 2 0 0, frequency change approved!

So I got that going for me. Which is nice...

Flew out, around, and under the Class B airspace the rest of the way. Still a little peeved about the controller's nasty attitude but they're in charge. I guess. Successfully completed my last solo cross country and I had a lot of fun too!

Flight time: 4.1

Total time: 72.4

$99.00 and a Dream

Today was the day! I'm scheduled for a "demo flight" in a Piper Archer III with a CFI named "RC". I arrived at the FBO, at Mesa Falcon Field (KFFZ), 30 minutes early (nobody else was there). After waiting nervously for 15 minutes, a young kid (25 ish) shows up and asked if I was P-Flyer. When I said that, indeed, I was. He handed me a headset and said let's go fly.

I began to wonder, is it really this easy? How cool is it to get out of your car and simply say, "Let's go fly!" How exciting! We walked about 40 yards (on the "other side of the fence") to N287HP - a 2004 Piper Archer III. It almost seemed eager for our arrival.

RC pulled out a checklist and thus began my first pre-flight. Well, actually I held the checklist while he performed the pre-flight. Loosely explaining things as we walked around the plane. Since I had been around flying all of my life, I mostly understood the terms he was using. Aileron, elevator, stabilator, empennage, cowling, flaps, etc. After a satisfactory pre-flight he said, "Let's hop in!"

We both stood there kind of awkwardly for a moment until RC said, "You get in first," (the Archer only has one passenger door located on the right side of the airplane and I assumed that he would be doing the actual flying so that meant that he would need to board first). With some confidence and a lot of trepidation, I climbed into the left seat. Since it was a little cold, (yes, it actually gets cold in Arizona) we went through the engine start checklist and before I knew it, I had my right hand on the throttle lever and my left hand on the starter button.

The engine roared to life and donned our headsets. While we waited for the engine to warm up, RC explained the various instruments to me. He also showed me the basics of operating the two Garmin GNS430s. We then listened to the ATIS (Automated Terminal Information Service) recording to get the current weather conditions for our imminent flight.

RC then contacted Falcon Ground and said, "Falcon Ground, Archer 2 8 7 Hotel Papa at Tango One with Sierra, Taxi to the Active." Huh? Ground replied with, "Archer 7 Hotel Papa, taxi to runway 4 right." RC replied, "Taxi to runway 4 right, 7 hotel papa." He looked at me and said, "Well, were ready to go. You have the controls." "I have the controls?" "You have the controls."

RC coolly talked me through taxiing and we ended up at the "run-up area" by runway 4 right. We performed a run-up and everything looked good. Then we taxied over to the hold short line for runway 4 right and radioed tower, "Falcon Tower, Archer 2 8 7 Hotel Papa is holding short of runway 4 right for a northeast departure." "Archer 7 Hotel Papa, cleared for takeoff runway 4 right, fly runway heading until 2,500 feet, left turn approved." RC repeated back the takeoff clearance. Put in one notch of flaps, turned on landing lights, fuel pump on, mixture full rich, transponder to ALT and said to taxi on to the runway and line up with the center line.

I'm now lined up. RC said to add full power and be ready to use the right rudder because the plane will want to veer to the left. I followed his instructions. Airspeed is alive! We're moving. Oh shit. Vr rotate? Pull back on the yoke. Oh that... Suddenly there is a warning horn blaring. Too much back pressure push it forward a little. Now give me a 500 foot per minute clime on this heading. OK? Sure! I can do that since I'm the one flying the plane. I'M THE ONE FLYING THE PLANE! UNBELIEVABLE!

We flew up over Canyon Lake, Bartlett Lake, Horseshoe Reservoir, carefully avoiding Phoenix Class B airspace. Did I mention that I was flying the plane? I have never felt anything like it! Adrenaline was pumping and my cheeks were sore from grinning from ear to ear. RC demonstrated some steep turns and a power off stall. Which were fun and exciting. Then he said, "My controls." At this point we flew back to the airport and landed.

I have to admit that it was a little depressing. We went into the office and he handed me a book with the words, "Professional Pilot Log Book" written on it. I opened it up to the first page and there were 1.6 hours of flight time logged. What a rush!

RC inquired if I would be interesting in taking additional lessons. How about tomorrow? Tomorrow is good...



Flight time: 1.6 hours

Total time 1.6 hours