The 3 Ps
ACTIVE PILOTING (or how to stay safe in turbulent air)
I’d been flying a full half hour already but could still hear my heart pounding louder than the vario. “So, this is cross country flying!!” I told myself. It was my very first XC flight and the flying conditions must have been pretty easy because I really didn’t have any idea what I was doing. I knew left from right but that was about it.
In terms of our flight plan, the only thing that Gary and I knew was that we shouldn’t cross the lake too low. That seemed logical enough. What we hadn’t really considered until now was exactly how high we needed to be. I didn’t want to mess around close to these rocks more than absolutely necessary.
The last half an hour had my nerves pretty shredded. I was being bumped around all over the place and was looking forward to getting away from these big scary rock faces and gliding across the lake. Apparently the air would be nice and smooth on the crossing.