Tom's 2006 Long-EZ Flyabout

Day 6: Olathe, KS to Ft. Collins, CO

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Day 6: Olathe, KS to Ft. Collins, CO
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Virga over Western Kansas

Today almost was a bust, but in many ways ended up being a very good day on my Flyabout adventure.

 

I woke up at Pete’s house and drove the 45-minutes back down to the airport in Olathe. It was severe clear and kind of nippy, but a really nice day for a Long-EZ demo flight. I showed Pete the basic handling characteristics of the plane, including stall, dampening around all three axes, independent rudder operations, and mild aerobatics. In about 30 minutes, he had seen most of the things that make an EZ unique.

 

Speaking of unique, I encountered something that I have honestly never encountered before: I had both my brakes go almost completely soft on landing in Olathe, and this was under what I would consider normal braking conditions. They faded so much that I almost couldn’t taxi back to shut down. As soon as we got back to the hangar (graciously provided by Terry Yake), I pulled the wheel pants to ensure that the gear leg didn’t overheat. The left wheel was definitely hot, but it didn’t seem to be unbearably so.

 

After a couple of hours cooling down, I did some hard braking and they seemed to have returned to normal. I must have glazed the pads on the last landing, although I don’t know how. I checked, and there is still plenty of pad left.

 

I had planned after taking Pete for his ride to head on up to Omaha and go see my grandmother, Helen Staggs, who lives about 15 minutes from Millard Field in Omaha. Unfortunately, when I checked the weather, I could see a line of rain showers making a beeline for the Omaha area, so I cancelled that leg of the trip. This is too bad, as I don’t to see her very often, although I sure would like to.

 

Instead, I took about an hour to post the previous day’s journal to this website and insert the photos that Kay had processed for me. I kept hoping that the weather would clear up so that I could make it into Omaha, but to no avail. Instead, I planned a direct leg from Olathe to Ft. Collins.

 

Ironically, Pete and I realized that we would both be heading to Ft. Collins today, but leaving from different fields (I was at New Century and he was at Kansas City Downtown), we would likely be leaving about an hour apart, and he would be in his Baron and I in my Long-EZ. Since we couldn’t get the logistics of our trip to coincide, we agreed to just call each other on the air-to-air frequency.

 

I tried several times over the first hour and a half, but with no luck. When I made what I thought would be my last try, I was surprised to hear him call in loud and clear. After a few moments, I asked where he was and realized that we were actually within about 15 miles of each other, with me being farther west.

 

I coordinated a rendezvous by having him track a line of latitude while I flew back to the East along the same line 1,000’ below him. After a few minutes, I acquired him visually and wrapped up into a rendezvous.

 

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Joining with Pete's Baron en route to Ft. Collins

We then flew along, a Long-EZ and Baron, in formation across the plains of western Kansas and eastern Colorado. At first, it was great, because the air was perfectly smooth, mostly due to a thin cloud cover keeping convective heating from occurring. Later, though, the clouds burned off and the turbulence began – a series of never-ending bumps and jolts, somewhere between light chop and moderate turbulence.

 

Although I enjoyed flying along in formation, I couldn’t help but wonder once again just how empty the sky really is in most of the West. You can fly for 700 miles without seeing another general aviation plane. Just like Jonathon Livingston Seagull, I find myself wondering why heaven (the sky) is so empty when it should be crowded with others who love to fly.

 

Landing into Ft. CollinsLoveland was pretty mundane. My brakes worked OK, not great, but enough, and as I taxied off the runway I realized that you almost couldn’t get to the ramp because there was an MD-82 that was stuck right at the intersection of all the taxiways. Turned out they had tried to make a tight turn onto a perpendicular taxiway and had gotten the steerable nosewheel to brake lock,

 

As I was refueling the plane, one of the pilots at the FBO walked up and asked if he and a young boy could take a look. Paul, the 11-year old, was spending a day at the airport as part of his school’s “shadow” day, where they tried to get the kids to learn about different careers. He seemed genuinely interested in flying, and when the instructor and I both encouraged him to continue to focus on math and science, he seemed willing to put out the effort.

 

I was picked up at the airport by my cousin, Melissa Brewster. I went out to her home and met up with her husband, Eric, and their three sons. Seeing them made me pretty homesick for my own boys. It also made me realize that I want my kids to come out to Colorado and experience what ranch life is like – I think they would enjoy it immensely. Oddly enough, one of the songs I had listened to during the flight had haunted me about my sons, “Cat’s in the Cradle”, a story about a father who never makes enough time for his boys, with him often being gone during key moments in his son’s life (“he learned to walk when I was away”). I hope that I am there for my boys, but being off on a trip solo like this means that I’m not there. I just have to work on the right balance.

 

I listen to a lot of different music when I fly. Everything from Broadway Show tunes to a series of classes on “How to listen to the great works of classical music”. I have also found that books on tape go a long way towards warding off boredom and the tendency to grow sleepy in the afternoons. I have come to the conclusion that when I fly and sing along with the music, I am the world’s greatest singer. Honest.

 

I also called Flight Watch in the middle of the transit across Kansas to satisfy my own curiosity. I asked about the status of the storms over Nebraska that has dissuaded me from flying up to see my Gramma. Turns out that they had dissipated and the skies were now almost clear. Figures.

 

Tomorrow looks like it will likely b e my last day on the trip. I am going to try to get an early start before heading up to Cody, WY to see Bob and Linda Evans for a few hours before pressing on home. Much as I have enjoyed this trip, I miss my family and want to get home. I also think that Kay is getting pretty tired of the single parent routine and could use a break.

 

One last thing: I’d like to thank all the people who have been reading these travelogues who have invited me to visit and often stay with them. I think that it is this kind of friendliness and hospitality that have made the Canard Community so enjoyable over the decades.

 

Day’s Total Distance Covered:   479 nautical miles

Day’s Total Flight Time:  3 hours 18 minutes

Day’s average groundspeed:  145.15 knots

Day’s Flight legs: 1 (plus 1 Long-EZ demo flight)

 

Day’s Highest Altitude reached: 8,500’

Day’s Highest Groundspeed attained: 170 knots

 

Total Trip Distance Covered: 4,259 nm

Total Trip Flight Time: 26 hours, 55 minutes

Total Trip average groundspeed:  158.22 knots

 

In-flight food consumed today: 2 cokes, 1 Gatorade, 1 12-oz milk, 1 packet of pop tarts, 2 Peanut Butter and Cheese crackers, 1 bag of Cheddar Cheese goldfish

 

Other planes seen (outside of the terminal area): 2 (1 really close)

 

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Flying the slot on a twin

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