Since the advent of GPS, I just punch in my eventual destination, and make the rest up as I go along. Half the fun for me is not knowing where I'm going to land next.
Flying cross country in an open cockpit ultralight, like the 1500 mile trip to Gimli Manitoba I made in '83, with paper charts was a whole different deal. Refueling was 100% via truck stops and gas stations, no taxiing up to a self serve fuel island and whipping out the credit card. Imagine unfolding a badly needed sectional in a direct 45 mph slipstream, and with no cell phone and their capabilities. No Ipad either of course, you pussies! I consider myself also pussifed nowadays, when I get in my enclosed cabin with heat, two GPSs, smartphone, and an 8 hour duration minimum, flight planning is sooo easy. No Ipad yet though. And I still use an antique paper Flight Guide, mostly because it has numerous notes I've made in the margins that are still useful, though most of the runway headings have changed due to the earth's wobble I'm told. I cross check it with my Adventure Pilot GPS's data base, if I remember. It's funny, how just in a few years, my ultralight xc's hold more in common with the flying from the 19teens and '20's, then they do with the way we aviate now!




