Climb, Conserve, Confess

(Climb, Conserve, Confess is the mantra for pilots who are lost – climb up in case there are obstacles around, lean the engine and fly conservatively in case you’re far off course, and contact local ATC or Flight Service to “confess” and see what help they might offer you, like radar vectors or a “DF Steer”.)

Yesterday I went flying with a club member who is a CFII (an instrument instructor) who wanted a safety pilot. What I hadn’t known ahead of time is that because he’s an instructor he wanted me to sit in the left seat and fly some of the time. Not only that, but because he was an instrument instructor, I could log the approaches towards my IFR currency.

As I was doing the pre-start checklist, he said that he would work the radios while I flew, and then I would work the radios while he flew. I’ve never done that before, and it was confusing. The first confusion was that because he said he was going to work the radios, I expected him to turn off the avionics master when I went to start the engine. He didn’t, and I didn’t, and the noise through the intercom while the starter motor was cranking was horrendous. I should probably note at this time that while doing the pre-start checklist, I noticed the autopilot flashing strangely, and neither of us knew what it meant. After the engine turned twice and didn’t catch, the battery died and so I think we discovered what it meant. We jump started the airplane with the cart, and it ran fine, and the autopilot wasn’t flashing any more. I vaguely recall that the autopilot flashes when there was a low voltage condition.

I did the first approach, the ILS to 28. Jim surprised very mild surprise that I loaded up the real ILS approach on the GPS instead of a GPS approach. But hey, to me an ILS is a real approach and everything else is a pale substitute, even an LNAV+VNAV. It wasn’t the greatest ILS ever, and Jim kept telling me to correct this way and that, mostly stuff I would have done even without him. It seemed like I was doing the infamous “s-turns down the localizer”, then I remembered where to see the ground track on the GPS and used that to get settled down.

Then it was Jim’s turn, and in spite of the fact that he is a CFII, and he’s much more current than I, he too ended up doing s-turns down the localizer. We discussed it, and considering that both of us had the same trouble, plus how bumpy it was, we figured there were some shifting winds at different altitudes and that was throwing us both off.

Then it was my turn again, and since we’d just taken off from runway 22 and were requesting the ILS for runway 28, we ended up getting vectored to the south of the airport. The air was much smoother there. My second approach went amazingly well. I got a nice gentle turn to the localizer well outside the marker, in contrast to the nearly 90 degree turns we had gotten less than a mile outside the marker on the first two approaches, and the air was smooth, and plus I was using the ground track indication, so I did almost ATP quality approach, with both needles one dot and maybe occasionally two dots off all the way down.

But as we continued off runway 28 and asked for the ILS 28 again for Jim’s turn, they turned us right to the north of the airport, and once again it was getting very bumpy. And when you combine early in the year, bumps, and flying under the hood, for me that means airsick. So I reluctantly told Jim that we’d have to make this the last one. I don’t know whether it’s because we intercepted it from the bumpy north instead of the smooth south, or because I was felling sick and so felt the bumps more or because I wasn’t flying, but it seemed like it was much worse than when I’d done it, both in terms of the bumps and Jim seemed to be having much more trouble keeping the needles centered than I did. But then again, he adamantly refused to use the GPS ground track – he said it was “cheating”. I’ve heard it said for air combat, and I apply it for IFR flying, if you aint cheating, you aint trying hard enough. The plan was to do the ILS 28, do a touch and go, and join the pattern for 25, and I told the approach controller that, although more likely I should have waited to talk to the tower controller.

Now comes the confession part. I mentioned before I wasn’t used to this “pilot non-flying works the radios”. A few times previously I’d either gone to say something on the radio when Jim was working the radios, or waited for Jim to say something before I realized I was supposed to do it. Also, both radios had “flip-flop” alternate frequencies. Jim used the first radio for the tower frequency and the second for the approach frequency. But the approach frequency was also the alternate frequency on radio one. So when we took off from 28, I’d used the flip-flop to switch to the approach. And I didn’t think anything of it, until taking off from our touch and go on 28 that I realized we were still on the approach frequency. A terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach joined the already building air-sickness. I don’t know if I missed a radio call, but I just let us do a touch and go without a clearance, without even talking to the tower. The neither the approach controller nor the tower controller mentioned it, although instead of just directly joining the pattern for 25, we got a bit of a vector to the south and then back in again.

So here is my confession: I didn’t switch frequencies, I didn’t talk to the tower, and let us land without a clearance when it was my job to do all that. Time to fill out a NASA ASRS form.

First paddle of the season

This is my earliest “first paddle” ever. If searching my blog is be believed, I’ve made it out in March once before, but only just – 31 March 2006.

Doug had sent out an email suggesting it. I hadn’t replied because I had my doubts about my ability to sneak out of work, or the state of my shoulder. Ken was the only person who’d responded positively, and I knew I was no match for either of them. But when the Baycreek web cam showed open water this afternoon, and I reached a point in the thing I was working on I could either leave now or start something that would take hours to resolve, I decided on the former course of action.

I figured I’d get there after they left, but at least if something happened to me out on the creek there would be other paddlers to come by and find me. So I got in and paddled up to the half-mile marker where the time trial course turns around, and turned there. I was tired and my shoulder was hurting. I got back to the dock and was talking to Dave there when Doug and Ken arrived back. They had gone up to the weir and back, so about double the distance I’d gone, and they were keen to do it again. The weir had been blocked, and the bay is still iced over, so they didn’t have anywhere else they could go. They convinced me to come with them. And you know, after a little bit, my shoulder wasn’t hurting too bad. I felt badly out of shape, and I had to keep stopping for breath, but I did it, and it was very pleasant to be out, especially with other people.

The Canada Geese were out in huge numbers, and the Red Wing Blackbird males were claiming their territories before there were even any rushes to claim, and Ken and I disagreed on whether that bird was a Red Tailed Hawk or an Osprey, but it really is a little slice of heaven back there.

It’s not kayaking so much as the potential for kayaking…

Tomorrow is going to be in the mid 40s. A couple of members of the kayaking team emailed to say they’re going paddling tomorrow. Just for the hell of it, I’ve put my kayak on the roof of my car.

Oh yeah, sure, I’ve got a sore shoulder, and I should probably be at work at that time. So I probably shouldn’t go. But I’ll have the kayak on the roof rack, so the potential is there. And that’s the important thing.

Wow, flying twice in one weekend?

Last summer I donated a sight seeing flight to a charity auction a friend was running. That, of course, was before my gear was stolen, and before I started spending all my time kayaking instead of flying. Since coming back from Oshkosh in August, I’ve only logged 1 hour of flying time.

But I got a call from the winner this week, wanting to go. The weather forecast for this weekend wasn’t bad, if a little colder than I’d like, so I decided to go up Saturday and practice flying a bit and do my three landings for currency requirements, and then take them on Sunday. It actually worked out well – both days I got there just as somebody else was finished with the plane, so it was well warmed up. Both days the wind was coming from the east, which is a bit unusual here, and that caused some mechanical turbulence from the hills in that direction.

On Saturday I went out to Batavia to do some landings (and incidentally stop for $3.79 gas instead of the $5.40 gas at Rochester) and then visited my old sight-seeing favourites like the Perry wind farm (which has grown immensely since the last time I was there), and the trestle at Letchworth, and Irondequoit bay. I was surprised to find some open water in the south end of the bay, but of course still lots of ice fishers still out on the frozen part. Oh, and the entire creek looks like it’s open, so I can’t wait for it to be warm enough to paddle!

It was strange to be out flying again. It was nice to feel that feeling of accomplishment again. But by the same token, just buzzing around the same old sights just isn’t all that exciting. I think I need to find something new to do in the air – maybe organize a trip to the Air Museum in Dayton, or something.

Sunday I actually managed to find the guy’s house. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to, because as a non-pilot, he wasn’t really good at answering questions like “are there any nearby water towers” or “can you recognize that school over there”? But his brother in the back seat said “isn’t that it right underneath us”, and sure enough it was. They’re actually just outside the edge of the Rochester class C airspace, so the controller asked what we were doing as we were circling around. Fortunately the traffic was pretty light and it wasn’t bothering anybody. After that, we headed down to Letchworth, and then back up to Irondequoit and Sea Breeze. Then we headed back in to the airport, giving them a good view of the downtown and U of R. And as usual, my approach wasn’t great, not all that well stabilized, but I made a very smooth touch down.

Does anybody know anything about Mailman?

I upgraded my server to Debian Lenny the other day, and everything seemed ok until this morning. I evidently spammed myself with the couple of hundred VERPed bounce messsages that normally Mailman is supposed to silently handle. Instead, they seemed to have all ended up in my inbox, and there is no indication in /var/log/mailman/bounce.1 that Mailman even saw them.

I’ve checked that postfix still has the mail delimiter set to +, and if I send out a message to a VERP style address on my box it does get delivered. It even appears that the bounces got delivered to “/var/lib/mailman/mail/mailman bounces mailman”. I just can’t understand why they then got delivered to me – normally Mailman does whatever it does and doesn’t bother me about them.