Flying Fun Food Friends Family and Photos
The flying business has been a little s-l-o-w around here lately, partly because of lots of demand from my day job, and partly because of little things: one student's airplane is out of annual, a pilot needing an Instrument Proficiency Check has to repair his glideslope receiver first, a pilot with an incomplete Flight Review is ... too busy? Really?
So I was missing being in the air. And then there was the $500 I was owed that arrived.
But I hate to just bore holes in the sky, so I needed a mission. The meaning of "mission" depends heavily on context. For many in this primarily Mormon community, it means a church calling. For military types I guess it means a flight to get the enemy. To me it means: tax deductible.
Last night, a large Coronal Mass Ejection (CME) hit the Earth, disrupting the ionosphere and interfering with geostationary satellites. (A CME is a big chunk of the Sun; read more about them here.) So my mission was to collect data on GPS performance.
ski area was finally open. I just had to go by.
And, despite the hip, I need some exercise.
And usually I do the family's grocery shopping on Sunday. How was I going to fit all of this in?
So after a look at the ski area I headed up to Blackfoot. Blackfoot has a large Hispanic community and is the place to go for good Mexican ingredients, and the store is within walking distance of the airport. So I walked to the store, filled a bag with dried chilis and queso fresco and a jalapeno and cilantro, and walked back to the plane.
Well, sort of. My friend Richard was puttering around in his hangar, so I stopped in to visit.
The GPS worked perfectly throughout the flight.
So: data collection, skiing, walking, cooking, shopping, visiting with friends, taking pictures, and flying.
And I did it all in 0.9 on the Hobbs!