Seaplane

This weekend, I went to Victoria, BC to visit a friend. I had only booked my flight as far as Vancouver so my timing could be flexible but the day before I left, I decided to take the seaplane from Vancouver to Victoria. There's a seaplane base next to Vancouver International (YVR) and you arrive right into Victoria harbour. It's very convenient and I thought it would be a fun experience.

On the shuttle from YVR to the seaplane, I asked the driver how many seats the plane had. She said it depends on whether you count the one next to the pilot. I asked how you get to be the one who sits next to the pilot, thinking that for sure it involved paying more money. "You just ask the pilot!" she said.

I waited to see the pilot of my flight and then made sure I was first in line to ask him if I could sit up front with him (as it was, nobody else was vying for the right seat). He said yes!

He was really great. He pointed out landmarks, explained the complicated airspace in that area, and told me who he was talking to on the radio throughout the flight.

Over the gulf islands

As we approached Victoria, he remarked how beautiful the view was and said, "It never gets old. Flying is divine." So true.

Over Victoria

On approach into Victoria harbour

I took the seaplane back to Vancouver on my trip home, too, and sat in the cockpit with the pilot once again. This was an incredible experience that made quite an impression on me! I can see myself flying a float plane someday....

The other side

One of the perks of being a pilot is that you can usually find a way to arrange a visit to a control tower. This morning, I was able to have a tour of the new and beautiful tower at the international airport. As I climbed the stairs, I could not believe the amazing panoramic views of the prairies from up there. Absolutely stunning!

One of the controllers spent 40 minutes with me, explaining their systems and the ways they coordinate traffic flows and communications among aircraft, the terminal zone, tower, approach/departure, and ground. It was fascinating to see how this works from the other side and to have this perspective on air traffic.

The long cross-country 2.0 - Solo

For my short cross-country flight, I ended up having to wait two months between the time I did it dual (Feb 24) and my chance to do it solo (Apr 29), thanks to bad weather. But this time, for my long cross-country, I only had to wait a week! The weather's been nice lately so I was able to head off alone on Friday, while the experience of last week's dual flight was still fresh.

I reversed the route we did last week so that the navigation was still a challenge and I'd have to approach the destination airports from different angles.

I got clearance into the terminal control zone a few minutes after taking off, this time heading over the very south end of city, just a few miles north of the international airport. The controller asked me to turn from my southwesterly heading to a northerly heading, to make room for some traffic on approach to the international. That little deviation from course didn't concern me since I was still over the city and there were many landmarks to get me back on track.

Between city and international airport

I was cleared enroute west of the international and by then I was halfway to Drayton Valley, which is 67 NM from my home airport. I passed over a large power plant - easy to spot - and then followed the river in.

West of Edmonton, enroute to Drayton Valley

I saw the town and airport from a long way off. My landing was fine. I recorded my times, texted my instructor, and taxied back to the threshold for take-off. There was nobody on the ground at the DV airport but there were helicopters in the area and someone passing just across my climbout path so I waited for the traffic to clear and then pushed in the throttle!

Two things make it very easy to navigate the 60 NM flight from Drayton Valley to Whitecourt: A huge lake and a big hill at the end. Chip Lake is halfway so I aimed for it first. The terrain is rolling but still mostly prairie so the big hill stands out as a great landmark. The Whitecourt airport is tucked right behind it.

Chip Lake

Whitecourt airport has a Mandatory Frequency, which means that you talk to a radio operator on the ground, who is not an air traffic controller but provides information and helps incoming pilots coordinate their arrivals. I contacted Whitecourt Radio when I was 15 NM out. About the same time, a somewhat pushy and obnoxious pilot, incoming from the south as well but a few miles west of me, contacted the MF. He misunderstood a question the MF operator asked and then was rude to him, as if it were the radio operator's fault. His radio transmissions were a little unclear so when he was asked to repeat himself, he spoke deliberately slowly, like he was talking to someone he thought was stupid. Anyway, we were going to be arriving at nearly the same time so I was focused on being sure I knew where he was in relation to me.

Circuits are flown counter-clockwise (left hand) unless otherwise noted and circuits on Runway 29 at Whitecourt are right-hand. The rude pilot did not know that and was not listening when told that. So I made the approach with a right-hand circuit and he announced that he intended to join left-hand. I was concerned that we were on a collision course on the base leg, the leg of the circuit just before turning final. I announced my position in the RIGHT hand circuit a couple of times to Whitecourt Radio but the other pilot never clued in and didn't announce his location as he approached. I kept my eyes peeled but didn't see him before I turned final. Meanwhile, it was windy there and flying the circuit was like riding a bronco so I was holding on tight while avoiding the traffic! I made it to the runway, greased the landing!, and taxied over to the terminal. Mr. Rude Pilot landed a minute after me.

By this time, I was over two hours into the trip so I needed to stretch and pee. I went into the little terminal and rested on the couch for 10 minutes. I called flight services to amend my flight plan since I had stayed on the ground longer than expected and then hopped in my plane for the last leg.

The leg between Whitecourt and Cooking Lake was the longest of the trip, at 104 NM. I decided not to bother with the overhead departure procedure, which makes it easier to set an accurate heading, because half of the flight home follows a major highway. So I climbed out, lined up with the highway and set my heading then. I checked the map from time to time since the highway weaves a bit, of course, just to be sure I was in line with other landmarks. It was very bumpy but it didn't bother me and I took some time to enjoy the beautiful views. I was feeling pretty relaxed.

As I approached the city, I got clearance to transition across the control zone, and was then cleared to descend into Cooking Lake as I left the city on the east side. My total flight time was 3.6 hours (231 NM). I was exhausted when I landed but definitely thrilled. The flight went very well. It's hard to believe that I just did that when I think back to the out-of-body experience of my first lesson, when I just had to fly straight and level for 2 minutes. A lot of the time, I still feel nervous and so novice but this flight showed me that I have learned a lot and I am becoming a pilot!

Onward and upward: The long cross-country

Today, my instructor and I did the second of the required cross-country flights. This was the long cross-country, which has to be a triangular route of a minimum of 150 nautical miles; this flight was 230 NM. We went west over the city, first to Whitecourt and then to Drayton Valley. I chose the route because it would take us through the Edmonton terminal control zone and give me some experience talking to air traffic control.

East side of Edmonton, just after departing Cooking Lake

Over downtown at 4000' above ground

It was a gorgeous day and a beautiful route. The prairies are very green right now. Heading west, the terrain becomes a little hillier and eventually the mountains appear in the distance. We took a short break in Whitecourt and then went on to Drayton Valley.

Leaving Whitecourt

I really like my instructor, which is nice when you spend hours in a tiny cockpit together. We both had fun and enjoyed the day and the flight went without a hitch. I will do this by myself next week. I'm ready.

Almost home - Cooking Lake on the horizon

Solo cross-country OR I flew the plane a long way by myself

The skies were wild and crazy today so it wasn't a day I would have imagined doing my first solo cross-country trip. In fact, when I got to the airport, the ceilings were quite low and we had to watch and wait to see if the flight would be a go.

Waiting out some pretty ugly weather

I have to admit, I had mixed feelings about whether I wanted it to clear up, although I wasn't terribly nervous. But there I was, already at the airport, and I knew I had to do the flight if I ever wanted to be a pilot. Eventually, the lower cloud layer did start to clear off and it seemed more likely that I could go.

Looks like it's clearing up

The plan today was for me to fly the route in the opposite direction to when my instructor and I did it way back in February. So, the decision was made that I would go and I got in the plane to head for Camrose. The flight to Camrose is about 20 minutes long, once you're up. The weather looked wild all around me but, except for some turbulence, it was really no issue. Navigating was no problem because there's a big lake at the halfway point, which is easy to see right after departure and then once you're at that lake, you can see Camrose, a small city, in the distance. The airport at Camrose was quiet and my landing was a beauty. I texted my instructor to tell him that I had landed. He told me he was proud of me! I got a bit choked up at that!

I taxied back down to the hold short line of the active runway and recorded my times. Then I looked up at the sky in the direction of Vegreville, my next destination:

On the ground in Camrose, looking northeast. I'm going that way!

I didn't think that looked so good! I texted my instructor again and sent him this picture. He told me to take off and see what it looked like and come back to Cooking Lake if I had to. So I took off and set my heading but as it turned out, this ugly mass of clouds was just to the west of my track. It wasn't too bad along my direct path.

Between Camrose and Vegreville, 2000' above ground

My biggest challenge on that leg was spotting a massive flock of migratory birds about 3 miles ahead of me and wondering whether I'd have to deviate around them. Thankfully, they were out of my way in time! When I got to Vegreville, I couldn't find the airport, although Vegreville is a small town and I knew the airport was on the northeast side. I circled and finally saw it. I had a bit of a crosswind there so the landing was slightly off but safe and OK. Again I recorded my numbers, checked in with my instructor, and taxied back down for the take-off.

Just as I pushed in the power for the take-off, I had a fleeting thought that I had forgotten my line-up checks, a quick review of all the systems to be sure they were all good. Unfortunately, that meant I took off with 20 degrees of flaps (which I had forgotten to retract after landing), which makes it pretty tricky to climb out and hold the airspeed since the flaps create drag. I got the flaps up and the plane started to climb better! Relief! Slightly freaky moment.

I had some blue sky on the last leg so it was a nice flight, although I had to stay a little lower to avoid clouds and rain. It seemed like no time at all and I was landing back at Cooking Lake, with 105 nautical miles (195 km) covered and 2 more hours of solo flight time done!

Heading home to Cooking Lake from Vegreville

Taking a breather

After I finished the written exam on March 9, the weather got even worse than it was in January and February. Lesson after lesson was cancelled. I managed to fly on March 15 and tried a few times to schedule my short solo cross-country, but it became so frustrating to wait and keep psyching myself up over and over again. So, at the end of March, I told my instructor that I needed a break and would fly again when the university term was over in early April (I am a professor). Flying is amazing and I love it but I am outside of my comfort zone almost all of the time and that gets tiring. I ended up taking a month off. I think it was healthy to take the break and return with renewed energy and motivation.

Meanwhile, there's the written exam

In addition to all of the flying, there is a theory and written component to flight training. I took ground school in the fall and finished it just before Christmas. I really enjoyed it. Being an academic, I'm pretty happy in a classroom, although this is very new and different content than I have ever encountered before. The general topic areas covered are air law, weather, navigation, and aeronautics.

There was no exam in the ground school itself. Student pilots do the Transport Canada written exam at some point during their training, according to their own timing and schedule. I attended every class of ground school but didn't do a lot of reading during that time so during January and February, while the weather was bad, I studied hard for my written exam.

I did a computerized practice exam and numerous written and online practice questions to prepare myself and assess my readiness. Today I wrote the actual exam. It's a 100 question, 3 hour, multiple choice, computer administered exam, which I wrote at my own flight school. It tests the four areas that are taught in ground school. It took me 2 hours and 15 minutes. I found it totally fair but pretty difficult. I was exhausted when I finished. I didn't have a good feeling about my performance. I went to get the chief flight instructor so he could get my score and I apologized to him in advance because I wasn't even sure I passed. Well, haha, I did pass and I did great! I was amazed! I truly couldn't believe it! What a relief!  

Finishing that exam is a big step in the right direction. I'm glad to have it behind me and I'm pleased, after all, with how I did. It's validating!