|Huge thanks to my husband T and flight instructor, Stan, for spending so|
much time over the last couple months preparing me to arrive and land at
Oshkosh. It's been a blast learning from such a supportive community.
An hour outside of Oshkosh, we fueled up and Mr. T reviewed the NOTAM—Notice to Airmen—information with me for arriving at EAA AirVenture. That’s when the nerves kicked in.
|Flying into Oshkosh over the beautiful Wisconsin farmland. I wish I could|
have enjoyed the scenery more but I was concentrating really hard on not
messing up my Oshkosh landing!
The nerves that bubbled up in our Platteville fuel stop started percolating something fierce outside of Ripon—the first of potential tower instruction points. By the railroad tracks on the way to Fisk—last stop before OSH!—I thought I might throw up. Okay, not really, but I was really damn nervous.
By the end, I was fourth in line for runway 27 and busy maintaining an altitude of 1800 feet and a speed of 105 miles per hour. Right on the downwind—a track parallel to the runway—the tower told me to land on the green dot. Not the blue dot or the pink dot or the orange dot, the green one.
(To see pictures of what this looks like, check out Oshkosh B'gosh Part 1 from three years ago. I take much better photos when I'm not trying to land!)
|The Cessna 182 all tied down at Oshkosh!|
|Read carefully and guess which part is my very favorite.|
Not only is the set up and procedure intimidating, but I know there are literally thousands of people watching each landing and perhaps even taking pictures! (Although in an old Cessna, perhaps paparazzi are less of an issue.) Making it safely from California, negotiating (with help) a good landing, and getting settled in the Vintage parking area is something I will never ever forget.
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