Repairs complete!! Yesterday, by noon, we had a new generator in the plane and we gathered our belongings. The briefer told us that the weather was lifting, and if we could delay about 45 minutes, we would have good weather, the whole way. But, every leg is fraught with trouble. How frustrating. On the return flight, the artificial horizon started making noises. Grrr. It never failed, but it will have to be rebuilt or replaced.
The journey log
The log entries added up to a total time of 11 hours even. Even with a fairly annoying headwind all the way back, I was still faster than the old Cessna 150 I had before. Here’s the breakdown: from Lyncrest to Stevens Point: 4.9 hours.
From Stevens Point To Lyncrest: 6.1. Not quite so , more like , but not quite
I’m sorry I didn’t take any pictures on the way back, we were overdue and trying to make up time on the ground. Plus there was not enough computer time available along the route, this time and in the air, we were both busy with the flight.
There was mild turbulence along the entire route, but it was the thermals that made for the most fun. Keeping a constant altitude was very difficult, due to the constant ups and downs. The biggest bump we hit was 700fpm (Feet Per Minute). Sure would have been a great day for a Glider Guider.
I am annoyed that I bounce the landing at Bemidji. The winds were gusty and wierd, but that’s no excuse! The landing at Piney (Pinecreek) was off center, so I’m mad at myself for that one too. I am amazed at how many farmers we could see along the way, who were harvesting their fields already. Some were even done and burning the stubble off. The fires contributed to the haze that gave us a visibility of only about 15 miles.
At Piney, we called CANPASS, and they told us we could go, and nobody from the station would visit us, but as I filed my flightplan with Winnipeg, two officers came out to the plane to visit with us. I find it amusing that entering the US, CBP is concerned with risks and at the Canadian border, all they want is our taxes.
Anyway, the lesson we learned is not to leave an attended border station without talking to an officer in person.
The last leg started to feel like a relief as our familiar landmarks slipped under our wings. We talked little, just concentrating on flying. Mr. S kept a close eye on the map, after our previous battery disaster.
Soon we made our calls into CJL5 and I greased the landing. Spot on in the center and in the first part of the first third of the runway. We taxied in, Mr. S unloaded while I refueled and then we taxied to the tiedowns.
Just to ice the cake, our ropes were not in the plane! Somehow, they didn’t get back on the plane at Stevens Point. Brand new ropes, too. I bought them just for the trip! Oh well. They did so much for us there, I can contribute some rope to flying community in STE.
So the odyssey is over. I’ll write a summary of the whole thing, for the next entry.