Yesterday, I drove out to the field, which is a 1600ft dirt affair way out in the middle of nowhere in the desert. I had been watching the weather all morning and eyeing a front on the radar. The wind was due to die down and then pick up mid afternoon. When I got out there it was about 11:15. I stopped and talked to my instructor because I am a student pilot with about 25 hours and I recently soloed. I have an endorsement for local flight only, provided the instructor is at the field and winds are less than 8mph.
My instructor was busy having his lunch but when I said "I think I'll do some flying, just around the pattern today.", he replied, "Nice day for it. I'll keep an eye on you.".
As I walked to my plane and begin my preflight, I'm looking around at some fairly low (2-3000ft AGL) cumulus and feeling a tiny spittle of rain on my cheek, I think cynically "Real nice day indeed!". I figured I could still get in some practice with my forward slips before things started to get breezy. On the ground it was barely blowing from the southeast as I rolled out the plane, maybe 2-3mph. Nevertheless, I was eying the sky and having doubts. That's when I should have stopped
I warmed up and taxied out to 14 and took off. The field was soft from rain a few days earlier so I did my best soft-field takeoff, up in ground effect inside a couple hundred feet and stayed there a few seconds until past the intersection, accelerating to 75 or so and then climbing like a homesick angel. I must have caught an updraft as I crossed the runway threshold because the needle topped out at nearly 1000fpm. That's unusual in my 65hp S-12. I've been on a diet but I haven't lost that much weight!
It's just as well I didn't have my Skyguard TWX AHRS in the aircraft because it probably would have told me I had exceeded 30 degrees pitch and gone aerobatic. Definitely not in my solo endorsement!.
Around that time, I wished I did have the Skyguard because I looked at the altimeter and saw a discongruous reading. Shock! I had set the altimeter incorrectly! I resumed flying by the posterior portion of my trousers and set up to land as I was abeam the numbers. In my plane that just means count to three and start turning right. I have no flaps, which makes the rest of this story a lot scarier.
I eased around to final from the downwind leg in a long, sweeping shallow turn. By this time, I was starting to get buffeting from turbulence as I cut power and pointed the nose to the floor. My approach speed was right on and yet when I transitioned, I floated a long time. I stalled about 5 feet off the deck and yanked the stick back hard into my nether regions to cushion the fall. I hit firmly but not really hard and bounced once. I came to a stop and turned off on the taxiway. I then adjusted the altimeter as I set up on the other runway, 20, as the wind was lining up with that .
I sashayed around a puddle of water and mud on the threshold and then straightened up. Although there was a puddle here, this runway was firmer, so I did a modified normal takeoff, staying on the ground past normal rotation speed and then pulled up into a zoom climb, again seeing a higher than normal climb rate. This time I got battered by gusting left quartering headwinds as I passed 50ft AGL. As I turned onto the crosswind, I had some trouble with the turn. As I passed the numbers and turned on the base, my stomach launched into my throat as I hit a pocket and dropped. I lost 150 feet in the blink of an eye and this is where I first felt a little nervous. As I turned onto final and lined up, I felt myself drifting left of center and saw the yaw string dart to the right. A right, quartering tailwind just gusted out of nowhere. I tensed up as I pushed the stick over and jabbed the rudder. I don't know how but I touched down smoothly, went into a wheelie and then hesitated a moment before slamming the throttle forward. It was in that moment, I should have just hit the brake...
As I came off the ground, I was immediately hit by violent buffeting. The yaw string started dancing like a man at the end of a hangman's noose. My butt clenched up as I turned on the crosswind. I immediately wished I had stayed on the ground and had a moment of panic where I actually thought of doing a 180 and putting the plane right back down where I took off!
Suddenly, a gust hit me from the left and I was thrown into a slip. Not the one I was wanting to practice. I gave her more stick and started turning but then the gust stopped and I was suddenly in a skid and dangerously close to stall speed. I pushed the nose over and regained control but now, as I turned downwind, I was 150 ft below pattern altitude. That's bad when it is a 400ft pattern!
At this point, turbulence is tossing me around like a rodeo rider and the wind doesn't seem to know which way to blow. I powered right through the turn onto final as the wind had pushed me well off course and I was farther away than normal. As I lined up and cut power, I looked over and saw my instructor, standing by the hangar, looking up. As I looked down at him, I wondered what he was thinking. As the wind pushed me around, I remembered a story he told me about a crash and wondered if he was about to see another...
On final, about 75 feet up, the bottom dropped out again and I found myself with the ground rushing up fast. I pulled back hard on the stick and managed to touch down smooth as you please, breathing a huge sigh of relief. I had only been airborne for 9 minutes but I was worn out. Back on the ground, the wind was now blowing at least 15mph and gusting, probably to 30.
As I tied up, I watched my instructor go out in his plane, take off, come back in for a landing,. execute a missed approach, fly over the field, checking the sock and then finally come in to land, wobbling all the way in. He has flaps, though, so I imagine things weren't quite as rough for him. I just got in my car and drove home. I felt a little embarrassed that I had taken off but now I imagine he probably was embarrassed because shouldn't have told me to go fly in the first place. I think he went up just to see what I was dealing with.
I learned a really important lesson about the unpredictability of weather and about listening to your reservations, no matter how small. I feel that as an A&P, having had that mindset drummed in for 2 years at school, I should never have untied the plane. I was blindly going along with what the instructor said, despite my reservations. I realize now I need to think for myself and not rely on someone else's judgment, no matter who they are.
I didn't actually kiss the ground when I got out of the plane but I sure was glad to be back on the ground. A new experience for me and one I'll never forget.


