Just found out that Google’s eye in the sky took a photo at Oshkosh while I was there.  Here is a picture of my plane and also the plane of a friend, Mike Terpstra.  If you zoom into the airport in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, you will find my plane!  Here is a photo.  My plane is the red one, Mike’s is the silver one…

I wanted to take one more camping trip this year before it got too cold.  After all in the plane so this seemed like the best time to go.  I put out the word on another forum I belong to and asked if there were any takers in my neck of the woods for a camping trip to Gravelly Valley (1Q5).  A friend of mine from EAA Chapter 90,Mike,  and also a friend from the other forum, Joey, decided they wanted to go too. 

Gravelly Valley Airport (1Q5)

Columbia Airport (O22)

So we decided to head up there this past Saturday.  The plan was to meet up enroute to Gravelly Valley over Clear Lake.  However, a thick marine layer was covering the hills we needed to get to.  Joey and I decided to head for our alternate of Columbia (O22).  I tried to get hold of Mike but he had already departed.  I hung out at my airport for a few hours while getting text updates from Joey that it was looking more and more like we would head to our alternate.  Finally I got a phone call from Mike who had flown all the way up to Gravelly and confirmed that it was socked in.  Since Mike and his son had their heart set on fishing they headed south toward Lake Isabella.  Joey, my son Scotty and I, headed up to Columbia.

Columbia has two runways, a paved runway and a grass runway.  The campground is located next to the grass runway.  I got up there about an hour before Joey arrived so I set my camp up.  Since I had forgotten my tiedowns I had to park closer toward the paved runway. I hung out along the runway and watched landings until Joey arrived.

After Joey had set up camp we took a walk into town.  Columbia is an old preserved mining town and a state park.  Actors in period costume stroll the streets, you can ride a stagecoach, pan for gold, or like the three of us, eat.  Most of the restaurants in the park are a little spendy so we walked one block out of the park and ate at El Jardin, one of my favorite Mexican restaurants. 

After dinner we hiked back to the airport along the nature trail that runs between town and the airport.  Joey went out for a quick 30 minute sunset flight.  I stayed in my chair along the runway and smoked my pipe.  Joey landed and after admiring the sunset we went and talked to our neighbors, a FA-18 pilot on leave.  He’s normally flying off the USS Ronald Reagan.  Nice guy.  By then the sky was black, full of stars, and all of us were sleepy.

The next morning we packed up and took off on the grass runway, and then dove over the ridge into the ravine that leads to New Melones Resevoir.  After Joey found me we circled round, flew through the "star wars trench", a huge spillway that protects the New Melones Dam.  Then Joey took some air to air shots of my plane as we flew down river toward Oakdale.  The plan was for my to offload my gear and then continue on with him to a fly-in at Rio Vista.  However, my son, who is a special needs guy, had enough. He was ready to head home.  So as Joey headed skyward again, Scotty and I drove on in to town and to the local IHOP.

It was a short trip by air, but still a lot of fun for my son and for myself too of course!

Thanks to being able to use the courtesy car in Idabel I was able to get to the airport and have the plane ready to go by first light.  The air was warm and heavy with humidity.  I took off as soon as it was light enough to see the taxiways.  Idabel doesn’t have parallel taxiways so I back-taxied to runway 20 and launched into the heavy air.  The sky was clear and hazy but at least there was no trace of the headwinds I had been fighting on my way down to Oklahoma.  I turned westward toward my first fuel stop at Decatur Texas.

Two and a half hours later I was passing over Lake Texoma and shortly after that I was on the ground in Decatur and fueled up.  It was already getting hot at 8:30 in the morning.  The high temperature for that day was forecast to be 107 so I got out of there as quickly as I could. 

The next stop was Sweetwater Texas.  I was somewhat concerned that if I landed I would be stuck for a while due to the fact that Sweetwater is surrounded by miles and miles of windmills.  Obviously a windy area.  After fueling up I asked for courtesy car and a lunch recommendation.  The woman at the FBO was pointed tying to get me to not take the car and eat at the cafeteria across the street at the college.  Then she told me about a diner about 10 miles up the highway in Roscoe Texas called Retta Mae’s Diner. I elected to go here and I am glad I did!  Not only did I have the best hamburger I have had in years, but the waitress really made you feel welcome.  She was working hard because it was crowded but she always stopped back by with “you doing okay sugar?” or “you need a refill, honey?”  A diner with pretty waitresses addressing you with endearing terms and bringing you delicious food is a fine diner indeed.

After lunch I headed back to the airport.  It had gotten hotter and the wind had kicked up.  I elected to stop for the day.  The woman at the FBO told me that the local La Quinta Inn would offer free pickup and drop off so I called them and about 45 minutes later I was tossing my suitcase on the hotel room bed.  The next morning at 5am I was packed and down at the front desk.  They drove me back out to the airport and at sunrise I was back in the air headed west again.

My first fuel stop was Carlsbad New Mexico.  After fueling up at Carlsbad I had to angle south toward the Mexico border near El Paso to clear the White Sand Missile Range restricted airspace.  This was kind of a fun flight for me as I have worked at WSMR several times.  It was fun to see it from the air.  Once clear of the restricted airspace I pointed toward Las Cruces New Mexico.  It was hot and bumpy when I landed in Las Cruces so I stopped for the night.  No courtesy car is available in Las Cruces, however, they will rent you a car.  I rented the car and went to find a hotel for the night.  I spent the night in an unimpressive hotel.

The next morning I took off again at first light and headed west yet again.  I flew almost due west toward Tuscon and made Marana Regional my first fuel stop.  This is a great little field with a very busy and popular restaurant on the field.  I was tempted to stop and eat breakfast here but I was getting really homesick.  I also wanted to put as many miles behind me as I could before the bumps started.  I gassed up and pointed my nose toward Blythe California. 

Two hours later I was making a long straight in approach to Blythe.  My GPS was showing storms ahead and I could see a wall of clouds off in the distance.  I landed and got gas and then went into the FBO to get a cold drink.  It was about 100 degrees outside and there were thunderstorms to the west.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to continue that day.  Inside the FBO was a couple who were trying to get to Visalia which is about 90 miles south of where I was trying to go.  They were going to wait around a while to see if the storms cleared up.  I asked for and got the courtesy car and went into town to find a hotel.  I checked into a clean Best Western and took a shower and a nap.  I realized I had left my keys in the airplane so I drove back out to the airport.  I drove up to my plane and noticed that the other couple’s Cessna 210 was still there.  As I was getting back into the courtesy Suburban I saw the man walking toward me on the ramp.  I knew what he wanted.  I invited him to hop in and took him and his wife to their hotel.  After agreeing to meet at 5:30 the next morning and securing a promise to split the fuel cost for the courtesy car I took them to their hotel.

I was at their hotel the next morning at 5:30am and as promised they were there and ready.  We drove back out to the airport and I was in the air by 6:15am.  I headed west again for what I hoped would be my last day of flying.  My first fuel stop was Rosamond near Lancaster.  I normally stop at Fox Field when I’m in this neighborhood but I thought a smaller airport could use my money.  I made a straight in approach to Rosamond and fueled up at the finicky fuel pump.  There was no sign of the previous day’s thunderstorms and there was no wind.  I thanked my Maker for the lack of weather and then launched west to make my last climb over the hills and then into the Central Valley.  I cleared the hills and honestly Bakersfield never looked so good.  I finally turned northwest and an hour and a half later I was on the ground back home in Oakdale California.

Epilog coming in a few days.

I awoke Tuesday morning to beautiful weather.  I felt kind of like a chicken leaving so early but I didn’t want to chance getting stuck in Wisconsin until the weekend.  All that was left to do before my departure was pack up my tent, get a weather briefing, and go.  I went for the briefing first.  The guys from Lockheed Martin were located at the base of the tower.  When I walked up there was no one there so they were more than eager to help.  The briefer asked where I was headed, I told him Modesto California by way of Idabel Oklahoma.  He gave me a big grin and told me he learned to fly in Lodi (about 40 miles north of Modesto).  He gave me a very thorough briefing using the Lockheed Martin resources.  Then he said he also liked to use another “unathorized resource” to get detailed weather information.  The resource in question: http://www.runwayfinder.com .  I thought that was pretty cool.  He clicked on the the pushpin markers at several of the airports along my route to Oklahoma and the weather reported at each location was good.  Weather was moving in from the west but I should have time to outrun it.  He gave me his card and told me to call him anytime during my flight back and he’d try to get me updated weather.  Very cool young man.

On my way back to my campsite I stopped by Homebuilders Headquarters to get a refund for my unused camping nights and was promptly refunded the money.  Then I headed back to my campsite to finish packing.  The previous day I had asked about the procedure for taxiing out for departure.  I had my “VFR” sign ready but I wasn’t sure how to get from the tiedown spot to the taxiway.  I was told to just pull my plane out into the aisleway and a volunteer would spot me and guide me out. I did just that and about 45 minutes later I didn’t see one person on a scooter or golf cart.  An RV-10 was in the same predicament.  I started walking up toward the main taxiway and finally got someone’s attention.  After I got my course programmed into my GPS and got Foreflight all set up on the iPad I started my engine and he escorted me to the taxiway.  It was a two mile taxi down to 36L but it makes you feel like a star.  You have people on either side of you taking pictures.  “You guys even know what kind of plane this is? Well, whatever.”  I got up to the runway and saw 5 planes on final.  I got the order “red high wing, taxi into position and hold.”  Guess he hasn’t heard about “line up and wait.”  Good.  As soon as I taxi out and line up I hear “red high wing cleared for take off.  Red high wing please depart without delay.”  Guess he wants me to hurry.  I applied full power, got up about a hundred feet or so and turned and I was outta’ there.

The departure had you climb to 1500 feet and hug the shoreline of Lake Winnebago, but not overfly the seaplane base.  I did my best to do that though I never spotted the seaplane base.  The early morning air was hazy and still and warm… again.  I made my way to my first fuel stop of Galesburg Illinois.  There were some hazy clouds to navigate round.  It was hard to make out the edges for this California pilot but I was able to duck under them.  After I landed I ran into some guys in a Zenith 601 that were headed in the same direction.  Checked with them to see if they heard anything different about the weather than I did, which they hadn’t.  I actually had a pretty good weather picture with XM weather on my Garmin 396.  I fueled up and headed south once again.

The next stop was Mexico Missouri where I was delighted to find a MoGas pump!  This was the cheapest fuel of the entire trip at less than $4 a gallon.  However, it was starting to get really hot.  It was 97 degrees when I landed and about 97 percent humidity.  They offered me the courtesy car to go into town to get some lunch.  When I got back I told them that I thought I was done for the day.  Too hot to take off and now I’m sleepy after lunch.  They hemmed and hawed about someone else maybe needing the courtesy car.  Then they finally decided that no one else would likely show up.  I gave them my cell number just in case (which they tested before they let me go) and then drove into town to find a hotel.  So much for camping.

I was up at 5am, back at the airport by 5:30am, and waiting until I could see the sky before I took off.  When it was bright enough that I could see there were no clouds (XM radio showed there were no clouds but…) I took off and headed south.  A few hours later I was landing in Branson Missouri to top off.  A quick fuel turnaround and a bottle of water and Coke later and I was up and headed south again.  My next stop was Mena Arkansas.  I probably could have made it all the way to my destination of Idabel OK that day but I played fuel pretty conservatively the whole trip.  It had been a hot and bumpy approach into Mena.  The landing was… well it was a landing.  I got fuel, a free bottle of water, a free flashlight and was told the quickest way to get out of there.  They made me feel welcome but they also made me feel like I should leave “real soon now.”  So I did, it was only a 45 minute flight or so to my destination.  This was perhaps the bumpiest part of my entire trip.  The wind wasn’t blowing that hard but the washboard hills below just made for a bump ride for anything below 6500 feet.  I didn’t want to climb that high for such a short leg so I decided to ride out the bumps.  I was completely worn out when I got to Idabel.

I spent two days in Idabel visiting with an old friend from high school and her family.   It was fun being reminded of all those things I spent years trying to forget.  By this time I’d been away from my family for a week and a half and was really wanting to get back home.  I cut this visit short too.  The next day was Friday and I decided that would be the day I would finally set out for home.

Part 4 coming in a few days.

I arrived early in the afternoon on Saturday.  The actual show didn’t begin until Monday.  However, for most of those who were camping with me in the Homebuilt Camping area it was all about fellowship and camaraderie.  One other person from my home airport and EAA chapter travelled to Oshkosh and was providentially parked right across from me and just a few rows up.  He greeted me as I set up camp.  Another man I didn’t know, nor did we even introduce ourselves came and helped me set up my tent.  Another man told me where to find ice and water, another split the ice and the cost with me.  It’s all about the people and the airplanes in Homebuilt Camping.

I spent the remaining portion of Saturday cleaning the bugs off my plane and sitting in the shade under the wing of my airplane.  It was amazingly hot and humid for Wisconsin.  Everyone was sweltering but evening brought some much needed relief in the form of a thunderstorm.  It wasn’t as big as was forecast but it was enough to cool things down a bit.  We were warned of another thunderstorm to come later in the night but I figured I’d be asleep by then.  I was asleep when the storm rolled in but not for long.

I woke up to the sound of my tent rustling in the wind.  I looked at my phone and noted the time as being 3:30am.  The breeze felt good but was getting stronger.  My tent started shaking, then shaking harder, then it laid down completely flat on me.  I hoped my home-made tie-downs would hold the plane in this wind.  Mercifully the wind died down, apparently that was just the gust front, then the rain started.  It came down pretty heavy but now that the wind had stopped my tent was standing on it’s own and keeping the rain off me.  After about an hour the rain died down and I was back asleep.

I slept in late on Sunday, this was a new experience for me.  I crawled out of my tent about 9am and fixed up some freeze-dried granola and strawberries for breakfast.  After which I took a walk over to the kit plane displays to see if I could find any of the Rans folks.  They weren’t there yet so I walked through the warbird area up to the edge of the runway to engage in one of the favorite pastimes at Oshkosh: watching the airplanes land.

I unslung the folding chair from my back and had a seat.  Planes were only landing at a rate of about 1 per minute which is really slow for Oshkosh.  There were about 100 other people there watching the landings and everyone was commenting on how light the traffic was.  (We didn’t know at the time that though the weather was nice in Oshkosh, it was ringed round with severe thunderstorms.)  Most of the landings were good, some where exceptionally good.  There are colored circles painted on the runway.  The tower will ask you to land at or beyond a specific color.  There were several pilots who nailed their circle on the runway.  The entertainment came from those who could not land on their circle.  One landing in particular was harrowing.  A Beech Bonanza was approaching to land.  He was very close to the runway, and very low as he was turning from base to final.  His turn went wide and he tried to kick it around with rudder when he started to stall at maybe 100 feet up.  He acted quickly and rolled out of the turn and proceed to pancake the plane down in the runup area.  He hit hard and we saw his tail pop up in the air.  We all assumed he was done but he was not.  About a minute later we saw him taxiing past us.  The propeller was making a funny noise and there was a large dent in his right flap.  After he taxied past us about 5 cars with flashing lights went past in hot pursuit of the pilot.  Apparently they had not cleared him to taxi.

I decided that there wouldn’t be a more entertaining landing than that so I decided to pack it in.  I headed back to my campsite to fix another MRE for lunch; chicken and dumpings, apples in cinnamon sauce, soda crackers and blackberry jam, and a mocha “dessert bar” (whatever that is.)  I chased all that down with a Pepsi Throwback from the ice shack and then sat back to enjoy the rest of my day.  A couple of hours later my friend from Oakdale, Mike Terpstra showed up.  We decided to head into town to have dinner.  We boarded the South 40 bus which took us around the huge general aviation camping area called the South 40.  It dropped us off by a gate which got us outside the airport fence.  We walked about 2 blocks to the Target shopping center and spotted Asian Buffet.  All you can eat Chinese food sounded great to both of us.  It was cool and dry inside and we ate until we were stuffed.  Afterwards we walked back to the airport, got on the bus, and made our way back to camp.  As soon as it was dark I crawled into my tent and fell asleep happy with all that I had accomplished that day.

Monday was the first “real” day of the airshow.  It seemed like airplanes had multiplied in the camping area overnight.  There were more people on the field and all the exhibiters were open and ready for questions.  I wander around and looked at the oudoor exhibits until the indoor exhibit halls opened at 9am.  Then I made my way quickly through the first and second hall.  My plane is already done so I really don’t need anything.  It’s just fun to look.  In the second hall I ran across a gentleman I know from the Backcountrypilot.org forum I belong to, he sells a product called EZ-Flap.  I spent about 30 minutes talking to him and trying to help him sell.  I moved on through the other halls and outdoor exhibits looking for American Air Campers but I never could locate them.  As I was formulating my afternoon plan of action I heard someone say “Are you Scott Van Artsdalen?”  It was a gentleman sitting at a picnic table with a friend.  It turned out to be none other than Doug Reeves of Van’s Air Force fame.  We had a nice conversation about my Rans and how he had been following my build.  He invited me to lunch with him and a couple of the guys from Van’s Aircraft.   I can’t remember their names but they’ve been with the company for a long time.  Nice guys full of lots of entertaining stories about homebuilders.  I kind of miss the RV guys sometimes.

After lunch I attended a seminar on ForeFlight HD.  A product that runs on an iPad and displays your aircraft’s position on aeronautical charts.  I picked up a few good tips there and then headed back to camp to take a shower and relax under the wing of my plane.  Then I overheard that sever weather was moving into Oshkosh on Wednesday and wasn’t forecast to move on until Friday.  I had plans for leaving on Thursday but If I stuck to that schedule I would be stuck in Oshkosh longer than I wanted.  I decided that I would have to go ahead and leave on Tuesday.  I would miss some things at the show that I really wanted to see but there were other people I really wanted to see as well.  So I spent the rest of the afternoon packing the plane and generally getting ready to depart the next morning.

Part 3 coming in a few days