Saturday and Sunday of the Memorial Day weekend we still had howling winds. As we did our shopping I kept track of conditions using a new Android App: "Takeoff". This one allows you to add your own weather criteria then flags nearest airports with Red/Yellow/Green colors to match that criteria. Sunday showed red and yellow for winds. Not today.
I checked the long range forecast with the graphical weather page and found that Monday morning should be calm and clear. When I rolled out of bed Monday morning I saw blue sky and didn't hear the vinyl siding shaking. Garmin Pilot confirmed the situation and I spent a moment at the weather page just to validate that it was really flying weather. I arrived at the airport by 8:00.
|VOR on the left, GPS on the right|
Preflight went well. My pitot cover must have a worn spot that catches on the screw on the pitot tube. I almost had to cut it off with my pocket knife. I pulled her out of the hangar into the sunlight and completed the rest of the ground checks. Harry noticed a haze on the lens of the landing light and said its an indication that might be ready to fail, but not today. I focused on the oil pressure when I turned the ignition key and it quickly jumped into the normal range. All was well.
|Entering N47 from the north|
|Butter Valley pattern work|
Soon I clicked the system off to prepare for arrival at Pottstown Municipal. As I turned downwind a flight of three RVs passed beneath me. They were preparing for a Fly-By for the Memorial Day parade on Main Street. Pretty impressive. This pattern ended with a very nice "squeaker" and I was off at the first taxiway.
We departed to the north to head back to 7N8. There were lots of people talking on the common frequency but no traffic at Butter Valley. I decided to do a low pass and announced that as I turned base. On final I saw a car entering from the street heading to the parking lot. I'm glad I had planned the low approach as he had no clue about me and failed to stop before crossing the runway. This would have been a 'go around' anyway. I hope my low pass woke him up.
Two more full stop landings and we were done. All systems are good, Sally behaved well. It was time to do some more work. Back in the hangar I pulled out the creeper and a pile of rags. Belly wash! My arms still ache.