I managed to introduce a low level, pilotage only dual cross country into the syllabus for PPL at the University where I taught after I retired......
We really couldn't (and didn't want to) do this in bad weather, but even in good weather, it gave them a different perspective.
In the tailwheel courses, I took them out in the Cub and we did a LOT of low work.
I encouraged instructors to take every student out in crappy weather at least once, if nothing else so they can see what the inside of the beast looks like. On days with an overcast, but clear above, we took private students who were well along in their training up through the overcast to do maneuvers on top, then flew an instrument approach to get home.
With some frequency, we took students out five miles from "home base" on a low weather day, got them lost, then told them to go home. Without the GPS. Easy to get them lost, not so easy to figure out a way home....."Is the river to the south or north?" "How about highway 2?" "Okay, the highway is to the south, and it goes through.....home." "Let's go."
This was all done in legal weather, not REALLY ugly weather, and with a very firm post flight discussion to emphasize the issues, the student's performance, and the difficulties that we encountered: "Okay, did you notice that tower you flew past off to the right? No? Why not--too focused on what was ahead, or was it because you'd totally lost situational awareness?" etc.
The goal was to lift the skirt of that bitch we call weather and take a peek without getting killed. Flying weather is easy to talk about.....but actually going out and flying in it isn't all that much fun.
My hope is that most of the students we did that with recognize the risks and got just enough of a hint of the difficulties and some of the traps that they'll:
a) Stay the hell away from scud running, or
b) If they do get into some low stuff, they'll at least have had a little taste of it, and hopefully remember some of the stuff we tried to convey.
I came around the north end of Kodiak Island one day. I had waited a little too long to head back to town, and the weather was coming down fast. As I rounded the north end of the island, I called the tower at State airport and told them I was inbound from the north. There was no ATIS, which I wrongly assumed was because it was just before the hour, and I assumed that they were in the process of changing it......
The controller--a friend, replied that the weather was something like 500 and two miles at the airport. I thought "good deal, cause that's not a lot worse than it is here" and requested a special VFR into the surface area, which was granted. I was at the time passing the city of Kodiak, which lies on the shore, and has a seaplane dock on said shore, where I could have landed and parked the Beaver for the night. Or, I could have landed on Lilly Lake or Municipal Airport, in the middle of town, just to my right as I passed town. Any of those three landing sites were within a half mile of my house......but my car was parked out at the state airport, five miles or so ahead. In a bay with a mountain behind it.
So, I proceeded along the shoreline, which would lead me to the airport. About that time, an air taxi pilot called the tower and requested taxi clearance for takeoff (they only had one controller so pilots sometimes would just call for taxi on tower freq). There was a pause by the controller.....who then cleared him to taxi to and hold short.....
As I passed the SeaLand dock off to my right, I realized I was getting closer and closer to shore.....like really close. And, it sure didn't seem like two miles vis. or 500 over. Oh, well, it'll get better soon, I'm almost there.
Tower cleared me to land on a runway the approach end of which is right over the mouth of the Buskin River. The visibility got worse.
Knowing I was really close, I lowered the gear, configured the plane for landing, and that was about when I realized that my options if I didn't find that runway really sucked, because I really couldn't see much of anything except that shoreline, and to turn away from it would be suicide.
About then, I crossed the mouth of the river, and the REILs flashed past, power came to idle and the Beaver settled on, pretty as can be. I couldn't see much, but I found the other runway that'd take me to my parking spot.....so I called tower and told them I was down and taxiing on runway 7/25. She rogered. The other pilot then called for takeoff clearance for a special out of the zone. Tower reported that the weather was now 100 and 1/4 mile, below VFR..taxi to parking.
The next day, I got in touch with the controller and asked her not to do me any favors in future.....I would have been really happy to have parked the Beaver in town for the night and walked home.
Sometimes it's really easy to get sucked into a place where your options go right to zero. As others have said, have a plan B, and C.
Finally, the accident records are literally strewn with instrument rated pilots who died trying to transition to IFR from VFR when the weather finally beat them. That transition CAN be made, but there are a hell of a lot of pretty proficient pilots who've tried it and failed.
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