Piper, the airport cat at Kickapoo, did not appear impressed when I told her about my practice flights.
Thursday, H-P. and I jumped in the Bonanza and flew to Bridgeport, Breckenridge, Graham, landing in all three airports, then to Olney, where we pretended to land, throttling up at just 100 feet AGL for a go around. Flaps up, and on positive rate of climb, gear up, we headed back home, one eye on the iPad showing the storms, and the other up ahead where the storms were brewing. While happy to see our area receiving rain, it is not the place for a little airplane to be flying.
Off my port side wing, Lake Kickapoo at less than thirty-five percent capacity.
Off my nose, Lake Wichita, a mud puddle now.
We flew around a rain shaft . . .
. . . and underneath a rainbow to arrive home.
Still not impressed, Piper listened, anyway, as I continued my story.
Lake Arrowhead at less than thirty-five percent capacity on Friday as we returned home from Addison.
With MyMrMallory's help, I logged in to Flight Plan and filed IFR to Addison. I insisted that I would fly AND talk to ATC, two very difficult things to do together. H.-P., patient as ever, and encouraging as ever, discussed every detail with me before we took off. I surprised myself by how easy it has become after perseverance and preparation.
The nose of my plane and the plane's reflection on the glass of the FBO at Addison, Million Air.
Million Air provides E-class Mercedes Benz as crew cars we may borrow for a couple of hours. El Julio's is a good place for lunch, but wear earplugs while you enjoy good tacos and soups.
Taking off from Addison was ferociously busy. ATC had us climbing at 1,000 feet per minute in order to avoid DFW air space. Flying over DFW airport was thrilling, watching the airlines from above as they climbed after takeoff to 30,000 feet, small silver bullets against the city backdrop.
Yawn!
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