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| Our intrepid aviatrix ready to depart from South Haven on a journey across the United States. |
The Idea
After that October day in 2002, I moved on to flying a larger and more powerful Cherokee 180 and, eventually, purchased Warrior N21481. Kristy continued to fly with me occasionally with mixed success. We had a memorable night flight between South Haven, MI and Three Rivers, MI on July 4 when we watched various fireworks displays from above. But there were also setbacks. For example, a turbulent departure from South Haven in Two Seven Uniform on Kristy's second flight with me. Tears were involved; it was a bad scene. Or that time the top latch of the Cherokee door popped open on take off, causing a one inch gap to open at the top of the door that blasted us with high velocity November morning air. To her credit, Kristy continued to fly. With the purchase of Warrior 481, flying became more frequent and more comfortable. By the summer of 2005, it was routine for us to fly across lower Michigan from South Haven to Flushing for lunch with family and friends. Kristy had blossomed into a frequent, if still somewhat anxious, flyer. When she began dozing off on these trips, I came to realize that her trust in the entire enterprise had developed significantly from that cloudy day in Three Rivers.
During the summer of 2005, Kristy's parents moved from Michigan to Fort Myers, Florida and needed help unpacking at their destination. Travel by car would require 24 hours and commercial airfare from Kalamazoo was expensive. The suggestion that we could fly there in Warrior 481 came from a surprising source: Kristy.
Calculations showed that the Warrior would require about ten hours to make the trip - a cross country journey an order of magnitude beyond our simple hops across Michigan's lower peninsula. Kristy assured me that she thought the journey would be a lot of fun provided that I gave her something to do. She had developed a healthy interest in matching ground features to their depictions on sectional charts and was already very adept at understanding ATC (air traffic control), working with the radios, and setting the transponder. Delighted to have Kristy as an active participant in the flight, I promised that she could carry out these duties. Nevertheless, I worried that she would be distressed by some aspects of such a long cross country flight.
"We will probably have unexpected delays in random places because of bad weather," I cautioned her.
"I understand," she said boldly. "It will be an adventure."
"And it will be hot, so there will probably be some rough air, particularly at lower altitudes."
"I'm much better about the bumps," she assured me.
We built extra time into the schedule and planned an itinerary that had us flying during the morning hours to avoid pop-up thunderstorms and choppy air. A key piece of this was an overnight stay with our friends Gary and Cheryl in Calhoun, Georgia. Other stops were planned for approximately every two hours and I compiled information on several airports along the route with available fuel. As the day of the trip approached, Kristy was genuinely excited about it.
June 22: When Everything Went According to Plan...
| Date | Aircraft | Route of Flight | Time (hrs) | Total (hrs) |
| 22 Jun 2005 | N21481 | LWA (South Haven, MI) - BMG (Bloomington, IN) - SRB (Sparta, TN) - CZL (Calhoun, GA) | 4.8 | 325.5 |
We departed South Haven at 8:00 am on June 22, 2005. It was a beautiful, high visibility morning. With the airplane loaded with fuel and luggage, we pulled the car into Warrior 481's usual spot in the hangar, closed the door, and taxied to runway 4. I lined-up with the runway centerline and applied full power. With full fuel, two passengers, and a week's worth of baggage, Warrior 481 was heavier than usual and reminded us of that fact by momentarily chirping the stall warning horn as the weight transferred from the wheels to the wings. With only that brief complaint from the airplane, we climbed smoothly into the clear azure sky.
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| Notre Dame. Photo by Kristy. |
At 5500 feet, we had a tailwind that endowed us with a ground speed of 144 knots (166 mph). We flew over distinctive landmarks in northern Indiana like Notre Dame and Grissom Air Force Base. Once beyond Indianapolis Class Charlie airspace, we were cut loose from the watchful eye of ATC and began a descent to our first stop in Bloomington, IN. The first leg of the flight was not quite two hours in duration. Our trip had only just begun, but Kristy had already traveled two-fold farther in our airplane than ever before.
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| Landing in Bloomington, IN. Photo by Kristy. |
Bloomington was a logical stop for us. Not only was it on the way, it used to be home; we lived there five years as graduate students. Moreover, Bloomington has a nice, tower-controlled general aviation airport with two outstanding FBOs on the field whose competition had driven their fuel prices down to the lowest in the region ($2.41 a gallon when South Haven was up to $2.99). As we rolled-out on runway 35, the tower controller asked me where I wanted to park. The moment I uttered "BMG", the FBO's "follow-me" Jeep was moving on the ramp with its distinctive orange and white checkered flag flapping in the breeze. A lineman leaped from the Jeep and directed us to a parking spot.
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Warrior 481 on the ramp at Bloomington. It was not a busy day.
Check-out the flowers at BMG! Photo by Kristy. |
BMG was a wonderful FBO: low fuel prices, internet access for checking weather, and even nice flowers along the sidewalk leading off the ramp. Comments on AirNav also revealed that there was a rental house available on the field at a reasonable rate on a first-come, first-served basis (foreshadowing). Kristy also noted that hand lotion was available in the women's bathroom, an amenity evidently missing from South Haven that morning. As the lineman topped-off Warrior 481's fuel tanks, I checked the weather. The haze was increasing, but visibility was more than adequate for a flight to Calhoun, GA. We took a brief snack break and were airborne again within 30 minutes of arrival.
Crossing the Ohio River into Kentucky, the haze became progressively denser, though reported visibility remained above eight miles. We watched the countryside transform from the ordered rectangular section lines of Indiana to haphazard boundaries meandering across the Kentucky and Tennessee terrain.
Two hours out of Bloomington, we landed at the Upper Cumberland Regional Airport in Sparta, TN (SRB) to stretch our legs. Once parked on the ramp, a lineman from Averitt Aviation escorted us to a gate between the ramp and the FBO, entered a code on a keypad, and the gate slowly opened before us. Sparta thus became known as "The Place with the Magic Gate".
Did I mention that our journey was rife with whimsy?
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| Ready for the next leg of the trip in Sparta, TN. Photo by Kristy. |
Though cruising at altitude is usually very comfortable, descending into the heat and a slow taxi on the ground makes for a hot ride in the Warrior. Averitt's terminal building was comfortable and cool after being in the airplane. After a short break and snack, we chatted with the folks at Averitt for a time before returning to the sky bound for Calhoun, GA.
Calhoun's airport, Tom B. David Field, has a single, 5000' paved runway. We landed gently in still air, refueled the Warrior at the self serve fuel pump, and parked near the terminal building. The airport was quiet that afternoon and the only things that really caught my eye were four weathered jets sitting on the opposite side of the ramp. We had flown a total of 4.8 hours that morning.
Once parked, we unloaded the airplane and called Cheryl. Then we tethered our bird to the ground, fitted her with cowl plugs to deter any industrious nest-building birds, and covered her with a cabin cover to keep the water out in case of any rain.
We spent the remainder of the day visiting with Cheryl and Gary. It was our fist visit to their nice new house. They treated us to dinner at the local Japanese steak house, Sumo. Given the name of the restaurant, I was glad that we did not have to wrestle anyone for our food.
The mission was accomplished for Day One; on-schedule and without incident. Naturally, this left us with an inappropriate sense of hubris that meant nothing would go according to plan thereafter.
June 23: Haze and Crop Duster Purgatory
| Date | Aircraft | Route of Flight | Time (hrs) | Total (hrs) |
| 23 Jun 2005 | N21481 | CZL (Calhoun, GA) - ACJ (Americus, GA) - CGC (Crystal River, FL) | 4.1 | 329.6 |
Cheryl dropped us off at the airport early the next morning, but the haze was so thick that we spent a couple of hours on the ground waiting for it to burn off. Calhoun's well-appointed terminal building featured internet weather access and a very comfortable lobby decorated with large model aircraft. It was a terrific place to wait out the weather. While we waited, I chatted with the fellow manning the counter.
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The morning of June 23, we returned to the Calhoun airport to find Warrior 481 still
bundled up for the night. And look at that haze...blech! Photo by Cheryl. |
"What can you tell me about those jets out there," I asked him, pointing to the four weathered aircraft that had caught my eye the previous day. He explained that they were Paris jets, jet trainers built by the French during the 1950s. They were not terribly successful as military trainers, though some were still used by third world countries. A Calhoun-based company called Your Aircraft Source was refurbishing them and selling them to private owners. Paris jets carried four people, cruised near 400 mph with a range of 1000 miles, and were fully aerobatic.
"One just left for a test flight a moment ago. It should be back anytime. We had it down at Sun 'n' Fun earlier this year." As he finished this, I heard a distant, high-pitched whine. Moments later, something shiny and blue sped past the window on its landing roll-out. As it taxied back to the ramp, the whine from its engines was overwhelming, even though we were inside the terminal. "They make an awful lot of noise at low RPM," he commented unnecessarily. As it pulled onto the ramp, I realized that I had seen and heard that jet before. At Sun 'n' Fun 2005, Dave, Kent and I were standing near a taxiway when the very same jet had rolled past. It was memorable because of the deafening shriek of its engine; we had to plug our ears as it taxied past.
I continued to pass the time chatting with our host at the FBO. We had a great conversation about Sun 'n' Fun, Oshkosh, airplanes in general, my airplane in particular, and about our trip. Like many people we met along the way, the folks in Calhoun were interested to hear about our long VFR cross-country trip because, sadly, it's not the sort of journey many people undertake anymore.
That morning, I discovered something that held true almost everywhere we went. We knew going into it that this flight would be all about the journey, but we underestimated the fun of meeting new people and visiting new airports along the way.
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| Paris Jets on the ramp at Calhoun awaiting refurbishment. |
I continued to check weather reports in the area. The visibility was better along our route to the south and had risen to a marginal VFR condition around Calhoun. I presented a plan to Kristy that we launch from Calhoun and try to climb above the haze. If the visibility did not improve, we would return to Calhoun.
We bid farewell to the FBO staff at Calhoun, readied Warrior 481 for flight, and launched around 10:00 am. At 7500', we were still in the haze with approximately five mile visibility. Automated weather observations ahead of us revealed steadily improving conditions so we decided to press forward. It was legal and safe, but the view was not inspiring. Fortunately, there were several airports along the way should the already marginal conditions deteriorate.
Flying in haze is fatiguing. As a VFR pilot, I prefer flying in reference to the actual horizon outside my window and do not look at my attitude indicator (artificial horizon) very often. Much like flying at night, however, it proved useful in the haze for keeping the wings level in lieu of a distinct horizon. For Kristy, this leg of the trip was boring because there was not much to look at. Ground features were fuzzy and gray. The only interesting thing that we saw as we skirted Atlanta's massive Class Bravo airspace was a C-130 cargo plane. It was well below us and descending into Columbus, Georgia. After about one and a half hours of hazy monotony, it was time for a break.
We made for nearby Souther Field in Americus Georgia. We left the cool air of our cruising altitude and let down into the haze, feeling the heat and humidity rise as we did so. By the time we turned off of runway 5 and onto the parallel taxiway, Warrior 481 had become a rolling greenhouse. We popped the door open while taxiing to the ramp for better ventilation.
Not far from our parking spot was a large field filled with about 40 airplanes. I noticed them during landing, but had not truly looked at them until now.
Americus is evidently where crop dusters go to die.
I saw a couple of Piper Pawnee and a Grumman AgCat. The rest of the aircraft were of the same type and bore the same paint scheme. They appeared to be PZL Kruks. Some had obviously been wrecked and still bore mangled propellers as evidence. Others simply appeared to have been left to decay under the open sky.
Souther Field was founded in 1918 as a military training base. Courtesy of an unassuming plaque positioned near the terminal building, we learned that Charles Lindbergh bought a military surplus Curtiss Jenny at Souther Field in May 1923. After minimal instruction, he flew his first solo and departed the field with his new airplane. It was a fascinating historical footnote. Otherwise, we found the former Army air base to be hot, humid, quiet, and littered with dead airplanes.
We stretched, snacked, drank water, and used the restrooms at Americus. But we did not linger long. When we entered the terminal building, several people were inside talking in the large, comfortable lobby. They grew quiet as we strolled inside and looked at us as though we had interrupted something secret and important. Usually, "airplane people" are quite friendly, but we did not feel welcome around this group. Americus came to be known as "The Place with the Mean People and Dead Airplanes".
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| Kristy - all grins as we readied to depart Americus. |
With Americus at our tail, we climbed back to cooler altitudes and soared into Florida. We left the haze behind us in Georgia and visibility was unlimited by the time we crossed the state line. We looked for the big dotted line on the ground marking the boundary between Florida and Georgia, but were unable to spot it despite having a sectional chart and a GPS showing us exactly where it should have been.
Whimsy...remember?
June 23, 2005: Thunderstorms
As we flew over scattered clouds, we observed a number of interesting things on the ground. First and foremost was the Gulf of Mexico. Upon seeing it, Kristy composed the "Gulf of Mexico Song" right on the spot. I don't recall any of the words, but it was great fun for at least a couple of minutes and the lyrics were far less risqué than those for "The Tailwind Song" (a composition from an earlier flight).
Frankly, the Gulf did not look significantly different from Lake Michigan; it was just another body of water too wide to see across. The terrain along the shoreline was quite different, however. In many places, the coastline of west Michigan features a sharp drop-off to the lake courtesy of the same glacier that created the lake in the first place. Massive sand dunes along the waterfront are also quite common. Here, ocean and land tried to coexist at the same elevation, leading to a gradual transition from moist land to shallow ocean.
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| The Gulf of Mexico. Photo by Kristy. |
Florida roads appeared as white lines through the green vista, bleached scratches across the land. The most striking sight from the air was the Cross Florida Barge Canal, a razor-sharp swath of blue water across the green landscape, courtesy of the Army Corps of Engineers. About eight miles inland from the gulf, the precisely-cut canal terminated at the amorphous shape of Lake Rousseau. The strong geometric contrast between natural and fabricated waterways made for a striking sight.
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| The Cross-Florida Barge Canal ... at least, the portion of it that was actually built. |
Though only 1.5 hours from Fort Myers, we were hungry and decided to land at Crystal River for lunch. The first thing that drew our attention upon entering the Crystal Aero Group's building was a weather radar depicting vicious thunderstorms perched directly over Tampa. The storm system formed a line completely across the Florida peninsula, completely blocking us from our destination in Fort Myers. On the bright side, this meant that there was plenty of time to get a decent meal.
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| A swamp in northwest Florida. |
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On the recommendation of the FBO staff, we walked a short distance to the Olive Tree, a Greek-American restaurant that reminded me of one of our favorites in Kalamazoo. We both ordered gyros. For dessert, Kristy ordered baklava to go. Expecting the usual small piece, she was surprised when the waitress returned with a couple of pounds worth in a small, Styrofoam container. It was enough to quell our dessert cravings for the next two days!
We returned to the airport around 2:00 to find the airplane fueled and ready to go, but the storm pummeling Tampa was still going strong. To pass the time, we read, walked through a nearby park (getting slightly sunburned in the process), and talked with the locals. From the FBO folks, we learned that a unique aspect of the Crystal River operation is that their flight school draws a large number of international students. The school offers an on-site bungalow available as lodging, making it perfect for student pilots who are far from home. Near the entrance to the FBO was a British flag and another I did not recognize (it's been a long time since that "Flags of the World" unit in elementary school). The flags represented countries of origin for students currently staying with the flight school.
Through it all, the storm raged south of Crystal River. It was a strange feeling, being stranded under clear, beautiful skies. But with flash flooding and 80 mph surface winds, the region around Tampa was best avoided. As the afternoon wore on, the Crystal Aero Group lobby began accumulating waylaid occupants of southbound aircraft.
One of the first was an elderly couple flying a Cessna 182 bound for St Petersburg. The wife was determined to fly home that evening and fiddled petulantly with the weather radar display as her husband looked on patiently. Occasionally, she would brag to passersby about the new glass instrument panel installed in their Skylane, then she would sourly note that she was having a difficult time using it.
A well-dressed couple was also eager to depart in a V-tailed Bonanza. The woman spent much of her time on the phone speaking loudly in a self-important tone, blaming the delay on their hired pilot. The other pilots in the lobby remained quiet during this tirade and merely looked at the woman with distaste for belittling her pilot's good decision-making.
Another pair emerged from a Cessna 150, looked at the radar, shrugged, and decided it was time for dinner. We liked their attitude and heartily seconded the FBO's recommendation for the Olive Tree. Overall, the varied reactions to the weather-imposed delay made for interesting people-watching.
By 5:00, the storm showed no sign of relenting. The man from the C-182 approached his wife with a local friend who offered to put them up for the night. His wife refused at first, adamant that they would return to St Petersburg that evening. "We'll cook steaks out on the grill," he cajoled with a smile. "It will be fun." Finally, she relented and they departed for the evening.
By now, the winds in Crystal River were increasing and the sky was darkening to the south. The only decision that made sense was to stay the night. On the advice of FBO personnel, we contacted the local Best Western. The room was about $90 for the night and the hotel manager personally drove to the airport and picked us up. Although I had bought 34 gallons of avgas from them, the Crystal Aero Group still charged us an $8 overnight tie-down fee. It was my first experience with an airport parking fee and seemed a bit steep, but with the weather conditions deteriorating rapidly, we were captive customers.
The Best Western Crystal River Resort was the nicest Best Western either of us had ever visited. The resort sat directly on the bay in Crystal River and was a destination for people wanting to snorkel with manatees. After freshening up with showers and clean clothes, we went to dinner at Charlie's Fish House and Seafood restaurant. We had excellent meals of fresh shellfish from the Gulf.
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We thoroughly enjoyed the Crystal River Best Western, even if we were
far too worn-out to swim with the manatees. Photo by Kristy. |
June 24: Arrival at Page Field, Fort Myers
| Date | Aircraft | Route of Flight | Time (hrs) | Total (hrs) |
| 24 Jun 2005 | N21481 | CGC (Crystal River, FL) - FMY (Fort Myers, FL) | 1.7 | 331.3 |
The next morning, I awoke at 6:00 am to get an early start, but a call to the Gainesville Flight Service Station for a weather briefing quickly rendered my early rising moot. The briefer was quite helpful in giving a detailed picture of the weather in the area.Unfortunately, current conditions in Florida primarily featured a lot of low ceilings and fog, with storms moving along the eastern side of the state. The storms were forecast to arrive on the west side by early afternoon, making it clear that there would be a window of opportunity between the time the fog burned-off and the arrival of the storms. By 8:00 that morning, it appeared that our window had arrived. We checked out of the hotel and the manager promptly drove us back to the airport.
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| Clouds near Tampa, FL. Photo by Kristy. |
Most of the flight to Fort Myers was under sunny skies. Our route avoided the busier airspace around Tampa by taking us over Lakeland. I enjoyed seeing the Lakeland airport from above as I had spent several days there during Sun 'N' Fun 2005. As we passed Lakeland, a menacing wall of clouds came into view miles to the east and though we were far from them, the clouds were nonetheless disquieting.
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| Wall o' clouds east of Tampa. |
The area immediately north of Fort Myers featured a 1600 foot cloud ceiling. Afraid of getting caught above the clouds so close to our destination, we descended below the deck about 15 miles north of the airport. We entered the Fort Myers area about 1100 feet above the ground. I am not fond of flying this low and, on top of this general discomfort, I had additional cause for concern. The charts depict a number of 1500 foot tall towers north of Page Field and Flight Service had warned me that several of them were unlighted. I allowed us to drift west of our original course to give the towers a wide berth. As we approached Fort Myers, the wisdom of this course correction was readily apparent. When the towers came into sight well east of us, they completely spanned the gap between Earth and ceiling. Five miles out of Fort Myers, the cloud ceiling disintegrated and Warrior 481 emerged into bright sunlight.
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Looking west over the Caloosahatchee River on our approach
into Fort Myers, Page Field. Photo by Kristy. |
Page Field was busy that morning. Per tower instructions, we slipped into the traffic flow for runway 5. This was actually my second time to Page Field; the first was shortly after I earned my certificate and I rented a late model Cessna 172 from Beaver Aviation on the field there. That previous experience on the field was invaluable for getting my bearings around the airport. Regardless, it still felt strange to fly the traffic pattern about 75 feet below the field elevation of Kalamazoo.
We landed reasonably short on runway 5 and comfortably made the A2 taxiway turnoff. Crossing the hold-short line, I brought Warrior 481 to a stop and waited for instructions from the tower. However, no instructions came and the airspace around Page Field exploded with so much activity that the tower denied another aircraft's request to transition Page's airspace because it was just too congested. I took advantage of a momentary lull on the tower frequency to remind them I was there.
"Warrior 481 on alpha 2 requesting taxi to the ramp."
The call went unheeded as the controller continued to juggle traffic in his airspace. I had always been taught that it was inappropriate to switch to the ground control frequency without instructions from the tower, but after several minutes of idling on the taxiway, it seemed that we had been forgotten. Kristy and I exchanged "what now?" looks and I switched to the ground frequency. The same tower controller was working this frequency as well.
"Warrior 481 on alpha 2, requesting taxi to the ramp." My call remained unanswered.
After several more minutes (subjectively - who knows how long we actually sat there), I tried again. This time, a new voice answered. Reinforcements had arrived to assist the overwhelmed tower controller.
"Warrior 481, allow taxi traffic on alpha to pass, then taxi to the ramp." I happily advanced the throttle and we made our way to the ramp outside the Page Field Aviation Center. It was frustrating to have been stranded so long on the field, but it was also obvious that the tower controller had been completely saturated.
Before long, Warrior 481 was tied-down, covered, and her wings and cowling cleaned of bugs. A man on a golf cart greeted us and offered a ride to the Aviation Center. We declined, wanting to walk after an hour and a half spent in the airplane. Upon learning that we were from Kalamazoo, he told us that he used to work at Summit Polymer in Kalamazoo, a facility located about two miles from where I work. Now would probably be the ideal time to insert a "small world" comment were it not for the fact that so many Michiganders retire to Florida (insert "God's waiting room" remark here).
Lugging our baggage into the lobby of the Aviation Center, we were met by the rest of Kristy's family. Kristy's sister Lisa asked about the cabin covers on several of the airplanes on the ramp, hypothesizing that airplanes were like horses and needed to be blindfolded to keep them from running off at night (yup, the whole family is whimsical). The folks at the Aviation Center were quite friendly and saw to topping-off Warrior 481's fuel tanks. Tie down fees were waived with the fuel purchase.
June 27, 2005: On the "Road" Again
| Date | Aircraft | Route of Flight | Time (hrs) | Total (hrs) |
| 27 Jun 2005 | N21481 | FMY (Fort Myers, FL) - 40J (Perry-Poley, FL) - CZL (Calhoun, GA) | 4.9 | 336.2 |
After three days in Fort Myers, it was time to head northward. Unfortunately, the moving truck arrived late. Although six of us had come to Fort Myers to help unpack, Kristy and I were the only ones remaining to help on Sunday, June 26 after the truck was finally unloaded.
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| Preparing to depart Page Field in Fort Myers for the return to Michigan. |
Monday morning, current conditions in Fort Myers were ideal for VFR flight despite a high overcast ceiling. However, the weather briefer warned me that northern Florida and Georgia were under IFR conditions. Fortunately, visibility was expected to improve within the next two hours and it would take us at least that long to fly that far north.
Our return flight through Florida was a non-event. Familiar landmarks passed under our wings: Lakeland, Crystal River, the Barge Canal, etc. Our original plan was to stop at Cross City, Florida but we decided to press farther and eventually landed at Perry-Foley in northern Florida.
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| Lakeland Airport, home to Sun 'n' Fun. Photo by Kristy. |
June 27, 2005: The Stinky Place with the Dead Frog
During our descent into Perry-Foley, we passed above an industrial complex and near the peripheral edges of what I assumed to be steam issuing from a stack. The "burning baby diaper" smell that assaulted us suggested otherwise. The ramifications of this did not become clear until our return to South Haven when Kristy and I spent an entire afternoon washing Warrior 481 with a paint-safe degreaser to remove the tenacious grime from Perry that coated the airplane. Lesson learned.
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| Florida is a WET state. Photo by Kristy. |
Perry-Foley was a large airport, featuring three large runways arranged in a triangle. The largest structure on the field was a massive hangar of the type built prolifically during World War II. Though a Beechcraft landed ahead of us, the airport was otherwise deserted. We taxied to the self-service fuel pump and waited for the guys in the Beech to finish refueling. When it was our turn, we pulled Warrior 481 up to the pump only to discover that the guys ahead of us had forgotten their receipt. I ran it over to the pilot, who thanked me and explained that they had just flown down from Tennessee. When I asked about the visibility through Georgia, he assured me that it was excellent. Evidently, the fog and haze had dissipated as forecast.
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| Warrior 481 at Perry-Foley in front of the large WWII-era hangar. |
Once refueled, we pushed the Warrior to a tie down spot and went in search of a bathroom. The entrance to the terminal building was padlocked and Kristy reminded me that the information I had collected on the airport noted that it was irregularly attended. A sign next to the padlock read, "For after hours entry, use IFF code for lost communications". We deciphered the trivial aeronautical riddle, opened the lock, and stepped into the terminal.
The terminal building was cool and smelled damp and unused. A dead, desiccated frog lay on the floor, belly up with its legs splayed. This earned Perry-Foley the nickname of "the stinky place with the dead frog". I peeked through a small window in the door that entered the large adjoining hangar and was surprised to see that the entire hangar was filled with Cobra attack helicopters! This was an intriguing mystery - why would a hangar at a desolate airport in northern Florida be full of attack helicopters?
This may have remained a mystery had the door not opened a moment later. A man stepped through and seated himself in a nearby chair to rest. He was wearing a green flight suit emblazoned with the "Florida Division of Forestry" seal.
"Hi folks, what brings you to Perry?"
We explained that we were flying home to Michigan from Fort Myers, Florida.
"And you stopped here?" There was no criticism in his tone, just surprise.
"We wanted to get fuel and use the bathroom," I explained.
"Well, we've got both of those here, but that's about it."
I asked about the airport and the Cobras. He explained that Perry-Foley had been a military base in World War II and that P-47 Thunderbolts had been based there. The large hangar did, indeed, date back to the war. Now, Perry-Foley was used by the Florida Division of Forestry as a base for Huey helicopters employed for mosquito abatement.
"Those Cobras hopefully have enough spare parts to keep the Hueys running another 20 years." From my docent role at the Air Zoo, I knew that Cobras were derived from Hueys; the tail, rotors, and engines were interchangeable.
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| Demilitarized Cobras in the big hangar at Perry-Foley used as spare parts for Forestry Division Hueys. |
He invited me into the hangar to show-off the Cobras collection along with a recently-retired Huey painted white and bearing the green shield of the Division of Forestry. This discovery made the stop in Perry completely worthwhile and once again reinforced what we discovered in Calhoun - that interesting discoveries can be made in obscure places.
June 27, 2005: Back in Calhoun
The rest of the flight to Calhoun, Georgia was uneventful. As the Tennessee pilot at Perry-Foley had assured me, the visibility was good through Georgia. Unfortunately, the clouds began to build such that the last 45 minutes of the trip were spent bumping along underneath them at 3000 feet. The turbulence was relatively minor, but continuous. By the time we arrived in Calhoun, my shoulders were sore from the constant jostling. For her part, Kristy weathered the bumps well, though she clearly did not enjoy them.
At the fuel pump in Calhoun, we were met by the FBO staffer with whom I had passed the morning chatting a few days prior. He greeted us like we were old friends and, despite having injured his hand the day before, helped us with the self-serve fuel pump. He was very interested in how our trip went and we gave him some of the details of our travels since we left Calhoun four days earlier.
We tied Warrior 481 down at the same spot and, before long, Cheryl picked us up. Back at their home, we talked, laughed, and watched movies. Dinner that night was at an excellent restaurant called Appalachian Grill. The food was wonderful and the atmosphere was, well, Appalachian. As a result, the ambient banjo and fiddle music that suffused the place during dinner stayed lodged in my head with amazing tenacity.
June 28, 2005: Fog at Calhoun - Redux
| Date | Aircraft | Route of Flight | Time (hrs) | Total (hrs) |
| 28 Jun 2005 | N21481 | CZL (Calhoun, GA) - GLW (Glasgow, KY) - BMG (Bloomington, IN) | 3.3 | 339.5 |
The next morning was gratingly familiar. Visibility was less than a mile at Calhoun and the surrounding areas. I monitored METAR reports throughout the morning. North of Chattanooga, the visibility improved steadily toward unrestricted, but improvements around Calhoun were proceeding at a far slower pace.
Rainfall the previous night was so severe that it beat its way through the cabin cover and gained entrance through the airplane door. Because the doors in all Cherokees latch directly above the passenger seat, this left Kristy's seat damp the next morning. Water had also leaked through other places, dampening carpet on the floor in the back seat. I was dismayed to find this, but the airplane survived several normal rain showers in Florida without any evidence of moisture in the cabin. Though I blamed the leaking on the severity of the previous night's storm, I am in no hurry to subject my bird to unnecessary future stays out in the rain.
Finally, late in the morning, the ceiling was high enough for my comfort and the visibility rose to five miles. Most of the locals opined that we should be able to fly north into better weather, but I was uncomfortable because of my lack of familiarity with the terrain. They assured me that, provided we flew north along I-75, there would be no conflicting terrain. The charts supported this.
As we departed Calhoun, a wonderful thing happened. A massive hole opened in the clouds directly over the airport. We climbed through it in a lazy spiral and leveled off at 8500 feet in the clear. To the east, the cloud deck was solid. To the west, multiple breaks allowed occasional peeks of the ground. Assured by weather broadcasts to the north that the skies were clear, we flew VFR above a beautiful, serene bed of clouds. As we expected from ATIS and AWOS reports from the north, the cloud cover disintegrated into a scattered layer within 20 minutes north of Calhoun. We overflew Tennessee without landing and put down into Glasgow, Kentucky for a break.
June 28, 2005: Hazy Hoosier State
The airport in Glasgow is a very nice, single strip facility in the hills of Kentucky. The FBO building had a comfortable lobby and an exceptional flight planning area with internet weather availability. We learned that a severe storm was developing in Illinois and was projected to reach central Indiana by later in the afternoon. We also learned that Bloomington was surrounded by haze, dropping visibility to an uninspiring, though VFR-legal, four miles.
After a snack, we departed Glasgow and took comfort in knowing that it would be a nice place to return should the weather exceed our comfort level. Upon reaching the Ohio River, we dove beneath a thickening cloud ceiling and into the haze. The ride under the clouds was relatively smooth at 3000 feet until we emerged under the occasional hole in the clouds through which the sun's energy was free to work on the ground. The bumpy thermal activity would cease once we crossed back under the murky ceiling.
As we proceeded northward, the clouds grew darker. We decided to divert a few miles to the west of our course to French Lick, Indiana (always have a backup plan!). On our way there, we flew through a scattered rain shower. At our speed, it was very brief, lasting less than a minute. Within five miles of French Lick, it was obvious that we had skirted the scattered showers and the way to Bloomington now lay in the (more-or-less) clear. We changed course again and proceeded to Bloomington.
Before long we were parked in front of BMG on the field in Bloomington. A check of the weather revealed that the nasty storms from Illinois were nearly to Indianapolis and lay directly in our path. It was time for a leisurely lunch.
Kristy's friend Kevin from the music department at Indiana University picked us up and we had a nice lunch while getting caught up on each other's lives. Back at the airport, it was decision time again. The forecast indicated storms throughout the evening while the next day's forecast showed no sign of thunderstorm activity. It was time for another unplanned overnight stay.
When I asked about the rental house on the field, we were immediately gratified: it was $60 a night, they would include the keys to a car, and it was available. We took it. The rental house was a modular home right at the base of the control tower. The moment we entered and looked around, Kristy commented, "we need to come back here sometime."
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Is that a control tower behind your house or are you just happy to be home?
Our $60 rental house at the Bloomington airport The haze that we contended
with en route to Bloomington is clearly visible in the background. |
