At San Carlos Airport yesterday morning my hosts asked me were I was headed next and I told them I had no idea. No specific plans except to head towards the mountains and find an airport where I could camp. I used to be a little scared when heading out without plans for the night, but it has always worked out well. I meet really nice people and usually experience something new and exciting. Yesterday was no exception.

After giving Krishna a ride we said our goodbyes, I packed up Niner-Zero and topped off her tanks. Then I headed into the Sky Kitchen restaurant to have some coffee and wait for the low clouds to breakup. Unlike my flight out over the bay with Krishna I would have to clear some high terrain east of the bay shortly after takeoff. It was obvious that the large table in the center of the restaurant was the domain of the local pilots. So I ordered coffee, joined a couple of pilots already seated and took out my charts. We discussed my plans and  I was informed  that several other locals were due shortly. Before long I was getting lots of great advice on airports to camp at and routes across the Sierra Nevada Mountains. One of the pilots, Bruce, had just recently completed a Classic IV very similar to mine. The consensus seemed to be that I should head to the campground at Columbia Airport. There was a TFR (temporary flight restriction) south and east of Columbia due to a forest fire and was warned to be on the lookout for firefighting aircraft but otherwise not to worry about it.

Around noon I was able to depart and head east towards Columbia, only  93 nautical miles away. About 30 minutes after takeoff I could see the reason for the TFR. There was a large plume of smoke on the eastern horizon. I learned from the AWOS that runway 11-29 was closed for firefighting operations. I then heard a helicopter announcing departure from runway 29. I could see him climbing out, a huge Sikorsky Sky Crane.

As I approached the airport I set up to land on runway 17 as the winds were from 190 degrees at 8 knots. I was surprised when on short final I heard an aircraft call a 5 mile final for runway 35! So we were basically heading straight for each other. I knew I would be on the ground and off the runway in about a minute or so so I wasn’t worried. Just a little confused. Why was the other aircraft landing downwind? 

I soon found out why. The other aircraft was a fire fighting tanker and to avoid having to back taxi, they land in one direction refill with fire retardant on a turnoff  at the end of the runway and then takeoff in the other direction. Quick turnaround. Another Sky Crane was parked on the runway 11-29 which is a grass runway. Smoke from the Ridge Fire is clearly visible behind the Sky Crane.

I was told that I was welcome to camp but I could not tie down in the camping area as that area was too close to the helicopters on the grass runway. There were two Sky Cranes and three Army Black Hawks operating from the grass. I decided to walk over and check out the situation before I deciding whether to stay.

The campground was also being used as a command post for the local operations. I talked to the Cal Fire firefighters and they told me I was more than welcome to camp and watch their operation up close. They even offered to send a truck over across the paved runway to pick up my camping gear from my airplane! As it turned out I was able to carry all my gear in two trips so I did not take them up on their offer. In this photo, Ben, Jeff and Mike are watching as an Army Black Hawk departs.

After setting up camp, I walked into Columbia which was an old gold rush town that has been restored and is now a California state park. They have a general store where I was able to buy something to cook for dinner. The nice thing about aerial fire fighting operations is that everything shuts down at night  so after a nice dinner I was able to get a good nights sleep.

Dan dropped me off at Santa Monica Airport at about 10:00 AM. I got Niner-Zero loaded up and ready then taxied down to the fuel pumps to fill up. This view is looking northeast away from the ocean and the low ceilings are starting to dissipate. After fueling I taxied over to a parking spot and waited. I did not have to wait long before I was able to depart downwind; out and under the overcast and into the blue before turning north towards the San Francisco Bay area.

I was hoping to meet up with a couple that I knew in Texas  who now live in San Mateo. They knew I was planning to visit but since I don’t have a rigid schedule I let friends know when I will be arriving and hope for the best. If it doesn’t work out, I’m OK with that. I don’t want others to make plans around my unpredictable schedule.

The flight north was beautiful and I slowed down and opened the door to take a couple of photos. In this one the Channel Islands are visible on the horizon. I had a nice tailwind again and was making excellent progress. I stopped at Paso Robles for fuel and had a great lunch at the airport deli. I also checked my email but had received no reply so I sent an update letting them know I was a little more than an hour away.

The airspace around San Francisco is almost as confusing as Los Angeles. So soon after takeoff I was working with Norcal Approach. I was flying into San Carlos Airport, just south of San Francisco International. I could do it alone until about 5 miles from San Carlos but felt more comfortable working with controllers as it would allow me to enter the class charlie airspace and receive traffic advisories.

After parking at San Carlos I was walking across the ramp and heard a familiar voice calling my name. It was Stephanie and she had her two children with her. The last time I had seen her and her husband, Krishna, was before they were married and had children. They came out to see the airplane and I put her son, Griffen, in my seat so he could check everything out. Beatrice seemed fine just admiring the airplane from a distance. I had a great time catching up with Krishna and Stephanie and getting to know their children. I spent a couple of nights with them and on the morning I left I gave Krishna a short ride in Niner-Zero. Due to the weather and the airspace restrictions we were limited to a short hop out over the bay.

I got out of Payson around 7:00 in the morning. I was up at sunrise to break camp and get everything packed away. After breakfast at Crosswinds, the airport restaurant, I took off and headed west a few miles before turning south to follow a valley towards Phoenix. North of Phoenix I turned west again and headed out over the desert towards California.

I had a slight tailwind and my ground speed was about 120 mph. I decided to land at Blythe California for fuel. I had plenty but topping off would allow me to not have to worry about refueling later in the day. Blythe lies on the Colorado River and uses the river to irrigate the desert using an extensive system of canals.

The airport is about 10 miles west if the river and although I could see evidence of  once irrigated fields, the area around the airport has been reclaimed by the desert. Originally used as a bomber training field during World War II the place sees little use now. There are a few buildings, two usable runways. From the air I saw large ramp areas and other runways that are now abandoned  and drifted over with sand.

I bought fuel and chatted for a few minutes with the gentleman who runs the operation and then got on my way. I headed west towards Palm Springs and the Banning Pass. I had emailed a friend I planned to meet up with in the LA area in order to determine which airport would be most convenient for him. I had not heard back so I decided to land at the Banning Airport to check my email. The wind was blowing 25-30 right down runway 8 and my landing roll was about  200 feet, maybe less. The air was full of blowing dust and I quickly tied Niner-Zero down and went into the office. No internet!

I was airborne again in about 20 minutes and headed into the LA basin with a course plotted to Flabob airport in Riverside. I heard they had a restaurant and it was lunch time. I tied her down and walked over to the nearest building. A older gentleman informed me that the restaurant was closed for remodeling. He wanted to know where I was headed and seemed amused that all I knew was that my friend lived in ‘LA’  and nothing more specific. As we were speaking Dan called and told me the closest airport to his apartment is Santa Monica. As I now had a specific location I asked for suggestions on the best ways to get there through the complicated airspace around LA. he told me to turn north, climb to 2500 feet, fly to the mountains and turn left. Fly west along the mountains until I could head south west around the LA class bravo airspace into Santa Monica.

Well, it worked and it was a really fun flight. I landed at Santa Monica in time for a late lunch at the airport restaurant. Being very close to the coast, the weather was nice and cool. The only drawback was the fact that the marine layer results in low ceilings until late morning so I would not be getting out early. It does clear out though so I was not expecting a Cape Cod redux. Dan picked me up and we drove up the Pacific Coast Highway to  a dive up in Ventura County where we  had a beer and then drove back to LA for a great steak dinner before calling it a night.

I departed Santa Teresa early with a final destination of Payson, AZ. The scenery along the first part of the route was unlike anything I had seen before. I heard another pilot who departed after me say on the radio that he was west bound towards the Black Hills. I guess this is what he was talking about. There were dozens of them and they look like they may be old volcanoes. The soil is black but due to an unusually rainy summer there is vegetation greening them up a little.

Some places were totally green and in some places the vegetation was only present in the areas that are lower. There were also lots of mountains along the way.

I flew for about two and a half hours and landed in Safford, AZ for fuel and to stretch my legs. The place was pretty desolate. Apparently it is used extensively for aerial fire fighting operations when there are fires nearby.  Being there were none in the area there was little activity.

My major concern was thunderstorms that form around mid-day in the mountains north of Phoenix.  Which is right where I was headed. This little storm was about 80 miles from Payson but it was a taste of things to come. I had emailed ahead to let them know I was coming and wanted to stay at the airport campground. When I checked  my email at Stafford I was assured that getting a spot would be no problem as there was only one airplane at the campground. Ray, the airport coordinator also warned me about afternoon thunderstorms in his email.

As I approached Payson, I flew over the Roosevelt Reservoir as I followed the valley up into the mountains. Up ahead I could see a pretty impressive line of storms. They form as the air rises over the ridge a few miles north of Payson.

I landed in a gusty crosswind with the storms only a few miles away and Ray came out and helped me tie Niner-Zero down. Then he took this picture and you can see the rain falling over the ridge to the north and some ominous clouds working their way south towards the airport. Ray was about to take his lunch break and he dropped me off at a grocery store on the way and picked me up on the way back. Allowing me to cook a really good dinner.

I was able to get my tent up after I returned and just before it started to rain. I was not so lucky later when I was cooking dinner. It started raining again and I had to move my dinner under cover.

The next day I took advantage of the compass rose st the airport to realign my EFIS and then did a little flying to test the new settings and just get a feel for how Niner-Zero performs at a density altitude of 7,000 ft. Then I got her fueled up in preparation for an early morning departure the next day. I took a hike on some nearby US Forest Service trails and got back just before it some storms moved through.

I made it to Santa Teresa New Mexico!

This is what I saw when I checked the weather yesterday morning. The blue line was my planned route and guess what direction that large area of thunderstorms was moving . . . SOUTH. I plotted a new route further south to see if I could pull off the same thing I did a week ago when flying back from Oshkosh. It did not work out quite as well. I was getting squeezed between a low scattered to broken layer and a higher overcast layer so I had to turn due south and to get away from the advancing storms.

I landed in San Marcos Texas and I had the airplane secured as the storms approached. I took the courtesy car into town and bought a foot long sandwich at Subway thinking I could save half for dinner. By the time I got back to the airport it was pouring down rain and the winds were picking up. I could see on radar that it would move through quickly and then my route west would be clear. So I enjoyed some freshly baked cookies and relaxed.

As soon as the rain broke I headed out to Niner-Zero to get ready to depart. There was some water in the cabin as I did not have time to put the cover on. But I have been through this drill before and I now keep a large sponge in the baggage compartment. I also wiped her down on the outside since she was already wet and the smashed bugs had softened up a bit. The blue sky you see IS in the direction I am heading!

I also was able to check my SPOT tracking while on the ground and it is working. This is the actual tracker. I have it “mounted” over my head for easy access and a clear view of the sky. If you want to see my route there is a link at the top of this page (Where Am I?).

Next stop, Irran Texas. Directly on my route of flight, about 3 hours from San Marcos and reasonably priced fuel. Those are basically my criteria for a quick fueling stop. Internet is nice if the weather is an issue but it was not. The airport at Irran is larger than the town and is pretty much attached to it as the final approach for runway 14 was directly over the town. The turn from base leg to final was over the west edge of town and the threshold of the runway is at the east end of town. Like I said, small town. I did have some trouble finding the wind sock. I finally saw a small one by the fuel pump and after I landed I saw the remnants of a larger on beside the runway. Shredded to pieces by the wind. I had to call someone to come out and sell me fuel so I relaxed in the shade of the small restroom building. After about 40 minutes a lady came out and helped me refuel. The locals have keys and fuel themselves and she had an old fashioned credit card imprinter and told me that she had not done this in many months. The pump kept shutting down but I finally got 12 gallons pumped into NIner-Zero and I was ready to go.

I took this climbing out of Irran while making a 180 degree turn to head west. That is pretty much the entire town. On the left side you can see the runway I landed on and the fuel ramp.

The scenery sure has changed drastically in a few short hours. Stark but beautiful. The terrain kept rising and I climbed along with it. Eventually reaching 10,500 feet to cross the mountains just south of Guadalupe Peak which is charted at 8,750 feet. I passed just to the south where the terrain is about 6000 feet. The ride was smooth and the air was a cool 67 degrees. On reaching 10,500 feet the density altitude was 13,000 feet and I was still climbing at just over 600 feet per minute. I could have gone much higher. Nice to know.

After clearing the mountains I descended towards El Paso. There were some thunderstorms in the area but I was able to avoid them. I saw these sand dunes about 20 miles east of El Paso. I contacted El Paso approach as I planned to fly pretty close to their airport on the way to the Donna Anna County Airport. They had me descend to 6,500 feet which put me below the mountains on the west side of El Paso. So I had to fly just south of the mountains and just north of the Mexican border. As I rounded the corner at the extreme southern tip of the mountains the airport came into sight and I said good bye to approach control and landed.

Upon landing I taxied to Francis Aviation where I was met by Erik who guided me to a parking spot and fueled my plane. They were officially closed for the day but Eric was still there enjoying a drink with the new owner, Tyler. After fueling Niner-Zero they helped me push her to a parking space with a roof over it as there were some storms on the area. That way I could skip the cover on, cover off drill. They even offered my a place to spend the night so I could skip the tent drill also. I was a bit relieved as I could hear the coyotes out in the desert.

I then joined them for a drink on the deck while watching the sun set. Tyler was a bit jealous of my adventure as he had planned to skydive into Burning Man but other responsibilities got in the way. Maybe next year Tyler? I can’t say enough about my experience at Francis Aviation. If you are passing through, don’t pass up the chance to stop.

I have been back in Texas for a week and a half now. I have done a lot of work on Niner-Zero to make sure she is good shape for our next adventure. Either tomorrow or the next day we plan to leave for the west coast. I plan to pretty much follow I-10 west towards El Paso and then Phoenix. Then west out of Phoenix to Palm Springs and then northwest to Los Angeles. From there north to San Francisco then east across the Sierra Mountains near Lake Tahoe to Reno Nevada then to the Burning Man Festival. Burning Man is held in the Black Rock Desert northeast of Reno Nevada over Labor Day weekend. A city for about 55,000 people is constructed in the desert and then, when the event is over all is returned to its pristine state. They even have an airport for the week of the event. It’s called the Black Rock City Airport and its identifier is 88NV. I have a ticket and I plan to be there!

I am really looking forward to heading west and seeing a different kind of landscape than I have been seeing all summer. But, I realize the risks involved and as an extra precaution I will be carrying a SPOT satellite locator beacon. Using this I will be able to send position reports every 10 minutes while I am flying and send a small set of messages via email to let some people know when I takeoff and when I land. There is also a button that will summon search and rescue and I hope that one is never used. As a bonus anyone can see where I am in pretty much real time as I am flying. Just use the links above, “Where Am I?”. If the updates are only minutes old then I am in the air.

Well, lots to do. Gotta go!

I did better than I thought I would on the first day. I made it all the way back to Texas, not to Coulter Field, but to Denton.

I was up early as you can gather from the previous post. I had a lot to do, tearing down the campsite, packing it all up, checking the weather and making sure Niner-Zero was ready for the return trip. As I was standing beside the airplane taking one last look around a volunteer in a golf cart noticed me and waved, I waved back got in my seat and strapped myself in. He gave me the signal to start my engine and then I followed him to the taxiway. I was soon in line behind several other airplanes taxiing for departure. I had my radio tuned to the control tower frequency and they were BUSY. I followed the flagmen until I was next in line at runway 18R for departure. The controllers standing on the platform right next to the runway wearing pink shirts (it’s an Oshkosh thing) instructed the white and red Kitfox to taxi into position and hold on the left side of the runway. The aircraft behind me was told to taxi into position and hold on the right side of the runway. I was then cleared for takeoff about 1/2 mile behind the last aircraft that took off and in a few seconds we were airborne!

The weather for the first part of the trip was of little concern. As we climbed away from Oshkosh there were a few low clouds which soon gave way to a cloudless blue sky. The temperatures were in the upper 50’s and the air was smooth. A few faster airplanes passed me shortly after takeoff but after a few miles I did not see another aircraft for a couple of hours. We were all spreading out and heading to different locations. Unlike a week ago when everyone was inbound to the same location.

It took me a little over three hours to make it to the Mississippi river and land in Hannibal Missouri just a few miles west of the river and just beyond the green fields seen here on the right side of the photo. I knew the weather was not going to be as good for the next leg so after I landed I fueled up and borrowed the airport courtesy car. I made it to the nearby Subway and back in about 10 minutes.

I sat down in front of the computer at the airport with my lunch and planned my next leg.  There was a large area of thunderstorms  covering central Missouri. My check of the weather before leaving Oshkosh indicated that this was probably going to occur. They were already approaching my planned route and were going to shortly move east directly across my route. I used the Skyvector web site and picked an airport, Poplar Bluff, that seemed to be well ahead of the storms and plotted a new route of flight. You can see that route here as a magenta line. My planned route would have put me in the storms and I was hoping that this new path would keep me just east of them as they moved east. I also knew that if the weather deteriorated I could just fly east into clear weather, land and call it a day.

As I approached Poplar Bluff I was able to turn south and cut the corner a bit. In doing so, the storms were about five miles to the west and here you can see the leading edge of the rain. I continued on and landed in Batesville Missouri. This leg was also a little over three hours. Although I was ahead of the storms they were still a threat and heading my way. I was contemplating just staying in Batesville for the night but on checking the weather I saw that they had a 80 percent chance of storms for the next couple of days. I decided to get out while I could. The weather looked pretty good if I could stay ahead of the main mass of storms. There were some others forming well to the south but it looked like the next 100 miles should be no problem. I left Hannibal in such a hurry that I had only eaten half of my lunch. So I quickly ate the other half, fueled up and took off.

I was listening to Little Rock approach on the radio and it was obvious that there was a lot of weather to the east of the airport. There was none along my route of flight as I passed west of Little Rock. But, a little further south I could see that there was a line of showers forming across my route of flight. I landed at a small airport to access the situation. There was no office or computer and the place seemed to be abandoned. I called flight service on my cell phone and told the briefer where I was and what I was seeing to the south. There was a line of showers a few miles to the south but there was a bright spot that looked promising. My concern was what might lie further to the south. She confirmed that on radar there was a long but narrow line of moderate rain showers with several openings to my south. She said that there was nothing south of that line all the way to Texas! I thanked her, climbed in and took off.

As soon as I broke ground I turned towards that opening in the rain. This is what it looked like as I approached. A bright opening in an otherwise continuous line of rain showers. The ceiling was about 2000 ft and the air was smooth until I passed between the showers. There were a few bumps and some light rain but about 10 minutes after departing the rain was behind me.

This is what it looked like on the other side. A few high clouds but mostly blue sky. Due to the delays I realized that I would not make it to Coulter Field before dark and would have to stop for fuel anyway so I diverted to Denton Texas. My younger daughter lives there and I thought I would surprise her and spend the night at her house. I was able to fly at about 5000 feet with a little bit of a tailwind and although it was getting warmer as I flew south  away from the storms it was still fairly comfortable. That was not to last. As I descended into Denton just after sunset it just kept getting hotter and hotter. I though maybe I was descending into Hell. But, finally the runway lights came into sight and I realized it must be Denton as I’ve heard there are no landing lights in Hell.  The final two legs took about 4 1/2 hours and I was back in Texas. My daughter was indeed surprised and picked me up and took me home. I was exhausted.

The next morning she dropped me off at the airport. As I was preparing Niner-Zero for the final leg an air traffic controller appeared on the balcony of the tower and asked me some questions about my airplane. She wanted to know if the airplane was metal of fabric. It’s fabric. I fueled up and took off for Coulter Field.

It was already hot so I climbed up to 5500 feet for the final leg. Much cooler and smoother and there seemed to be no wind to factor in so why not? Here she is flying hands off in level flight. I have gotten pretty used to this view. By late morning, after flying two hours we were back at Coulter Field having left just over two months before. I had built my own airplane and flown it to Oshkosh and back. I plan to stay for about a week before heading to the west coast. The adventure is not over.

I’m up early this morning and the sun has yet to rise. I am planning to depart Oshkosh in a few hours and fly back to Texas but it is too cold and dark to get started on packing up so I’m in my tent on my computer checking the weather and posting on the blog. Just some more pictures.

If all goes well I hope to cover more than half of the 870 nautical miles between here and Coulter Field before the sun sets. there is some worrisome weather predicted for southeastern Missouri. But if I make it that far and the weather improves as expected for Monday I should be able to make the trip in two days. If not then it will just take longer.

This is my fourth evening at Oshkosh. It has been a pretty amazing experience. I have seen things that I have never seen before and can probably only be seen here. Where can you see over 50 airplanes in the sky at one time as part of an airshow?

I can sit outside my tent in the homebuilt camping area and take in the air show. Not just a few minutes but two or three hours of flying. This is the view from a few hours ago while I was sitting outside my tent. I miss some of the stuff that can only be seen down near the runway but I think that the view is better for most of the performance from here. I don’t need to look up and strain my neck. I just relax and take it all in.

This was the view this morning after I woke up and looked out from my tent. A beautiful sunrise and dozens of other aircraft. My tent is pitched under my left wing and the tiedown is just outside my door. It comes in handy when I want to grab hold of something as I balance on one foot to put my shoes on.

This was taken just moments ago as he sun was setting. The weather has been great and the low temperature will be in the 50’s tonight. Perfect camping weather. I plan to stay tonight and tomorrow night and leave on Sunday for Texas. Niner-Zero has not been in Texas since June 3rd. We are not looking forward to the 100 degree heat but we only plan to stay for about a week before heading out again. West this time!

I flew west out of Laporte and then turned north around the west side of Chicago’s class bravo airspace. This is looking east towards Chicago. Before I left Laporte Robert told me I should fly east of Chicago right up the shore line of Lake Michigan a short distance off shore. Quicker and scenic but I already had my flight planned and perhaps I am too cautious and I stayed over dry land. The air was smooth and the flight was great.

I did fly over these quarries just west of Chicago. They do have SOME water in them. I was struck by how deep they are and how the roads have been preserved.  About a half an hour out of Oshkosh I reviewed the NOTAM (Notice to Airmen) on procedures for flying into Airventure. As many as 10,000 airplanes attend Airventure and there are very specific procedures for handling all of the traffic. As it turned out, they were not very busy at all when I arrived and I did not have to join a sequence of aircraft with 1/2 mile spacing which is the published procedure. The controllers on the ground at Fisk, a town about 15 miles southwest of Oshkosh even asked me what runway I wanted. I told then whichever one is best for homebuilt camping. They told me to make an immediate right turn, follow the road, expect 36 left and switch to tower frequency. Oh yes, they also thanked me for coming to Oshkosh.

The tower cleared me to land on 36 left at the yellow dot. That is about halfway down the runway. As soon as I landed I was told to taxi off the runway into the grass on the left side. As I turned off I saw a Ford Tri Motor take the runway and depart. By landing halfway down the runway he was able to taxi into position as soon as I flew over his position. Once on the grass, flagmen marshaled me from one taxiway to another and finally to a volunteer on a motor scooter with a “follow me” sign on his back. He took me right to my camping site, welcomed me and gave me a brief overview of what I had to do to register.

But first I had to tie down my airplane. I was driving stakes into the ground with a small and fairly light hammer that I had brought with me when a volunteer approached in a golf cart. He asked if I needed a hammer and I held mine up and told him that I already had one. He just smiled and said, “That’s not a hammer, now this here is a hammer”, holding up a small sledge hammer. He proceeded to hand it to me and drop an orange cone on the ground. “Just leave it by the cone when you’re done. Welcome to Oshkosh!”.

When I registered and they found out that this was the first time I had flown my airplane to Airventure, and that I had built her, they presented me with a wood plaque, the “Persistence Award”. Before long, the plane was secure, my tent was set up and I was taking it easy. This place is amazing and I will post more later!