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| Flying my short cross country solo to Modesto (KMOD) & Los Banos (KLSN) |
Crap, crap, crap I thought as I somewhat but not quite frantically looked from the chart to the parallel runways below me and back again. The controller had asked which runway I wanted to land on--a question I've never dealt with in the air as controllers generally tell you explicitly where to go. I asked for 28 Left, was told to make left traffic, and then promptly got my left and right mixed up.
As my brain took a big pause trying to figure out how to maneuver to left traffic for 28L as I stared at it from the right downwind for 28R, the controller asked again what I planned to do.
| Leaving Modesto and heading for Los Banos in my Cessna 182. |
During my taxi back to takeoff, as I tossed water on my desert dry throat, I told myself the mix up wasn't a huge deal and didn't need to define the rest of my trip. And then (with clearance, incidentally), I entered the runway one turn too soon to make an inadvertent (but safe and with plenty of runway) intersection take-off. Crap, crap, CRAP!
As I climbed, the controller asked "Would you like flight following?" which would mean connecting me to radar service that would follow me to my next destination.
| Flying from Los Banos back to Sacramento on a hot summer day. |
"We've all been there," he said in a knowing tone, before wishing me "Good day."
I headed off to stop two, Los Banos, a small uncontrolled airport (meaning no air traffic control tower) southwest of where I'd just landed. Again, I told myself to chill out and went back to marveling that I'd followed my flight plan and successfully navigated somewhere I'd never been all alone.
Soon I found myself approaching Los Banos following a glider and a helicopter. I called out my positions, saying I would be circling to enter a left 45* for runway 32. Only I circled to the left, and with an eye on both air crafting landing, and proceeded (like an idiot) to make right traffic for 32. CRAP, CRAP, CRAP.
| Near Rio Vista, California. |
The rest of my flight proceeded smoothly and with no additional errors. I got to the ground and after turning on the a/c (aka, cracking the pilot side window), gave myself a nice goobery round of applause, plus or minus a fist pump. I. Did. It. Despite sleeping only a few winks the night before due to stress dreams, I safely navigated and flew myself to two new places. And I learned a ton.
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| Incredible little journey with an "OMG I DID IT!!!!" selfie. |
The good news is during my long cross country flight only a couple weeks later, I did not make those particular mistakes again. Stay tuned to find out what lovely student pilot lessons I did learn.
xoxo,
shawna
* This means flying toward the center of the airport at a 45 degree angle such that you can turn and make the roughly rectangular pattern around the airport to land on the correct runway.
Fly Girl in Training
- First time flying left seat
- The four fundamentals, death grip not required
- Getting the hang of landing the airplane
- Flying solo for the first time
- The ultimate cross-country- Flying to Oshkosh
- On flying completely solo for the first time
- The first taildragger lesson
- Preparing for solo cross-country flying


Love this--perfectly exemplifies the way we mistakes when we try something new (and better yet when we try something new, alone). Also, I'm going to adopt the term "bracketed my embarrassment" for future use. I know it'll come in handy.
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