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title: Sweating it solo to Modesto
tags:
- aviation
- flying
- solo
- vfrstudentpilot
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"Check out the photos on the camera" I told my wife as we pulled out of the
California Airways parking lot.
"Did Jonathan take these while you two were flying?"
"Uh, no, I did" ellicited a somewhat puzzled response. After a brief pause, I
continued "Oh, did I not tell you I was flying solo to Modesto today?"
Apparently, I neglected to tell my wife that I was actually flight planning, and
preparing mentally for my first solo cross-country trip this morning.
Clear communication really is the bedrock of a successful marriage.
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Waking up at 6 am on a Saturday is something I prefer not to do, but in order
to prepare for this morning's flight, I was willing to make an exception.
Groggily checking the more accurate and current winds aloft forecast for
the route of my flight, I'm able to fill in the rest of my flight log.
Performing various wind correction computations, with the goal of getting the
most accurate time aloft estimate possible. Time is everything to flying cross
country, time equals fuel, delays between waypoints have to be tracked
meticulously to ensure the fuel in the tanks will get you where you want to go.
Once everything is put together, double-checked, I look at the weather for
[Hayward](http://airnav.com/airport/khwd) (KHWD) and notice that the field is
IFR, i.e. clouded in.
Not unusual for a summer morning in the bay area, hoping it will burn off by my
planned departure time, I head to the airport.
---
After arriving at the California Airways office, I file my flight plan and get
my weather briefing. The voice at the other line knows what I do, but he's
unwilling to go on record saying that the clouds will burn off by my departure
time.
After thorough review, my [flight
plan](http://skyvector.com/?ll=37.781863855820866,-121.64678442848906&chart=16&zoom=3&plan=A.K2.KHWD:F.K2.VPDUB:F.K2.VPALT:F.K2.MOSSA:A.K2.KMOD) passes muster and my instructor endorses
me for the solo cross country, reviews my limitations, and sends me on my way.
Today's chariot of choice, is the venerable Ugly Duckling, the same plane that
I first [soloed in](/2013/06/20/flying-without-adult-supervision.html) this
past June.
Following a detailed pre-flight inspection, I sit down in the left seat,
happily tucking my mess of papers and charts into the vacant right seat.
Without an instructor, I won't have to try to keep everything crammed onto my
kneeboard or side-pocket.
"Hayward Ground, Skyhawk Seven-three-seven Golf-mike at the green ramp with
Charlie, request taxi to 28R"
"Skyhawk 737GM, Hayward Ground, taxi via Alpha to 28R"
A deep breath, slight opening of the throttle, and I depart the flight line.
---
After climbing out of Hayward, I have to fight the habit of flying straight at
Mount Diablo as I've done a number of times on training flights. I catch myself
pointed right at it, consult my flight log "Zero-six-zero, right-o."
Over Dublin I start getting into "cross-country setup mode." First by opening
my flight plan. That complete, I switch over to NorCal Approach to hear a
pretty busy channel. Waiting my turn, I finally get a chance to jump in as I
close in on Livermore.
"NorCal Approach, Skyhawk Seven-three-seven Golf-Mike with a VFR request"
"Skyhawk 737GM, NorCal Approach, go ahead"
"737GM, north of Livermore at three thousand five hundred, round-robin to
Modesto and back to Hayward, I'd like to request flight following."
I realize after making the call, that I left some bits of the script out, but
Approach doesn't ask for those details, assigns me a squawk code and continues
dealing with the plethora of other weekend flyers.
Heading towards Altamont Pass, I realize I didn't check my watch at my first
waypoint (Dublin). Cursing myself, I snap a few photos while I anxiously wait
for the Ugly Duckling to putt along over my next waypoint (VPALT) so I can
catch up on my time calculations.
---
Closing in on Modesto, I inform NorCal Approach that I have "Uniform", the
current wind and weather at Modesto, and they pass me off to Modesto Tower.
"Modesto Tower, Skyhawk Seven-three-seven Golf-Mike, 12 miles to the northwest
with uniform"
Just as before, Modesto seems eager to please and asks me what I want to do. I
let them know I'm just stopping in for a landing and taxi-back. Again I choose
the shorter runway, and enter the traffic pattern on the downwind leg.
Lining up on final approach, the wind is bumping me around a little bit, but
I'm maintaining "Tyler's centerline" which is within 15ft left or right of the
actual painted centerline.
A slight chirp of the mains, and I'm on the ground, almost four days exactly
since I was last here.
After exiting the runway and cleaning up the plane, I request and am given a
taxiback to the start of 28L.
"Modesto Tower, 737GM, is there a runup area down at the end of Delta?"
"Seven Golf-mike, yes, off to the right, stay clear for other traffic taxiing"
There's a Piper Cub behind me as I pull off to the run-up area, depressing the
breaks I let the plane idle.
"Modesto Tower, 7GM, I'm going to do some paper work over here real quick, I'll
let you know when I'm ready to go again."
I finish all my en route calculations in my flight log, and pull out my log for
the leg back to KHWD. I feel so *piloty* going over my work before rolling up
to the hold short line.
"Modesto Tower, Skyhawk 737GM, holding short of 28L, request a straight-out
departure."
---
Noting my times on the climb out, and then the ground speed on the GPS unit,
I'm faster than I thought I would be. After a light tail wind from Livermore to
east of Tracy, the wind had shifted and was providing another nice little tail
wind.
Over the Altamont Pass, I look over at the
[Hobbs](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobbs_meter) and notice that I've not
been out nearly long enough. I had planned to fly for a couple of hours, and
damnit I was going to fly for a couple of hours, tailwind be damned.
'NorCal Approach, Skyhawk 737GM, I've got some fuel to burn so I'd like to
terminate and do some touch-and-go's at Livermore"
"737GM, roger, confirm you have Whiskey"
"737GM, affirmative, we have Whiskey"
"Seven-three-seven Golf-mike, squawk VFR, contact Livermore Tower 118.1"
I bid NorCal adieu, turn the transponder over to 1200 ("squawk VFR") and hit up
Livermore Tower.
"Livermore Tower, Skyhawk 737GM, about 3 miles north of the field, with
Whiskey"
At my previous cruise altitude of 4500ft, I've got to shed some altitude before
entering pattern altitude at 1400. Over the hills east of San Ramon, I go into
a number of descending spiraling turns until I come out somewhere close to
2000ft and turn towards Livermore.
Upon entering the busy pattern, Livermore Tower informs me:
"737GM, extend your downwind, you're number 5 for 25R"
There are 4 other planes in front of me, this might be the busiest pattern I've
ever participated in. After passing abeam the number four aircraft, I turn
base, and start my approach.
Wheels down, I exit the runway, clean up the plane and taxi back.
---
I decide Livermore is too busy to perform more pattern work, and request a
straight-out departure.
After a clean soft-field take-off, I'm climbing back up to 4000ft.
At 4000, the Ugly Duckling turns right heads directly towards Mount Diablo
Holding level at 4000 (a student pilot miracle!) I decide to set up for some
practice steep turns. First to the left, little bit of throttle, gently pulling
back on the yoke, then I throw the trim wheel downwards twice. The G-forces
push me into the seat, the attitude indicator says I'm banked all the way to 45
degrees, and the altitude isn't waivering.
Coming around on Mount Diablo again, I switch it over to the right. I exit the
turn on the mountain one more time, almost at 4000 on the button.
Victorious, I decide to turn back towards Hayward.
There's not much to say about entering Hayward's airspace, I've now done it
enough that I could probably have both sides of the conversation between Tower
and Pilot.
Abeam Cal State, I ask for the options for 28R. I'm not done flying just yet.
A few touch and go's later, I terminate, deciding that I'm approaching the
threshold of when my love of food wins out over my love of flying.
It's lunch time, my shirt is damp with sweat, and I think I've gotten enough
air work in for the day.
My first solo cross-country was over.
---
On my list of major milestones, this is one of the last ones to get a
strike-through.
Ground School
Airman Medical Exam
FAA Knowledge Test
Solo Flight
Solo Cross-Country Flight
- FAA Checkride for License
Weather permitting, I head back up for another, longer solo cross-country
tomorrow. This time to Santa Rosa, Sacramento and back.