Well, had a very humbling lesson today. The plan was to do a mini-cross country to practice navigating by pilotage (flying from a map) and operating into and out of unfamiliar airports.
Ahead of time, I went in, read the charts and wrote down the frequencies for the various towers as well as cruising altitudes and figured that was it. It turns out that I was missing quite a bit.
I'm running late, so I get to the airport just past 8:00AM when I was supposed to meet the instructor. I should have arrived 10+ minutes early to pre-flight, but didn't. That was item the first. This created some time pressure a minute later when the instructor realized I hadn't called 800-WX-BRIEF to get a standard weather report. I had called and gotten the automated weather report for the various airports and thought I was ahead of the game, but it turns out that I should have actually talked to a flight briefer so I would know about any notices/airport closures/etc as well as enroute weather. Also, the act of getting the briefing means that your airplane # is put into the system so if you violate a temprary flight restriction they didn't tell you about, there's a recording of the call that'll clear you.
We taxied and took off with a left downwind departure, heading towards downtown Los Angeles. There's a big approach area for planes landing at LAX from the north, so we needed to stay below 2500 feet, but the congested ground and tall buildings of LA meant we needed to stay as high as possible, so I had a very narrow window to fly in and chose 2300 feet.
My instructor started asking me questions about our flight, like landmarks I had chosen, and I hadn't. So I pulled out the chart and started looking, then the instructor told me to check my altitude. I instantly realized I was less then a hundred feet away from infringing on LAX's airspace, so I learned the importance of flying the airplane first and not letting cockpit distractions interfere.
I started trying to correlate landmarks on the map with my path, and the thing I thought was a lake on the chart turned out to be a field, and that really messed with my head. I finally found the airport, got ATIS info for it, called in and got clearance to land.
My landing went ok, except I felt like I was high so I went to full flaps, but my instructor told me I was actually low by the time we were on short final. Afterwards, I realized that I had grown so used to Santa Monica's 1,200 foot traffic pattern altitude (above ground) that the standard 1,000 AGL traffic pattern at El Monte didn't feel right. After the flight, my instructor told me to trust the standardization of the airports a little more, eg, if you turn to base when the airport is at your 45, and begin your descent at the same place, etc, you'll be in a good position most of the time.
On short final, I heard a Cessna get clearance to position and hold (eg, park on the runway). My instructor grabbed the mic and called out that we were on final, and the tower told the plane to get off the runway immediately. We thought it was a little bit odd at the time, later on the ground we figured out (by hearing the someone talking in the background during a transmission from the tower) that a new controller was being trained.
As I landed, I dodged a big dead seagull lying int he runway. I reported it to the tower and taxied off. My instructor and I went over the flight and taxied back to the runway. As we did, tower sent a car out to clear the meat off the runway. We got clearance and I took off nicely. As I climbed out, tower asked if I was the guy that hit the bird, and I answered back it was dead already when I reported it. We climbed out and headed towards Whiteman.
I got confused a few times, reading the chart, because again, I hadn't set up landmarks and I was having a hard time figuring out where the hill with the Hollywood sign was on the chart. As I passed over Glendale, I called into Burbank (Class C) to get clearance to transition to Whiteman, which is a small airport that's like a couple miles past Burbank and is consequently nestled inside their airspace.
No response.
I looked at the radio, made sure it was on the right frequency, then called again.
Still no response.
I'm already a bit wounded from encountering all my other mistakes, so I'm starting to get stressed as I try to figure out what I screwed up. I ask my instructor, and he shakes his head and says it's not me. I'm getting real nervous because I'm about to enter his airspace if I don't turn, and I need clearance to do it. Right before I turn around, I call again and he finally answers and clears me. I'm thinking this guy is a real jerk, but I don't know what's happening in his tower, so I should probably just forget about it.
I fly over Burbank, land at Whiteman without incident (other then another full flaps, low approach because I'm not trusting the standardized patterns at the unfamiliar airport, oh and Whiteman doesn't actually CLEAR me to land until I'm on base, right as I'm ready to call him).
As I taxi back, the instructor asks me what my plan is to get us back home, and as I start to answer, the controller at Whiteman asks "58 Sierra, you planning on making a right downwind departure to transition south past Van Nuys at 1800?" My instructor is practically clawing at the radio because he wanted me to figure this out myself, but the damage is done. I answer in the affirmative and we take off when we get our clearance. I fly to the 405, talk to Van Nuys, fly back along the 405 without incident.
I go over the Sepulveda pass, make my radio calls, everything is fine until a private jet re-enters the atmosphere out over Las Vegas and gets cleared to make a fast approach in ahead of us, so I have to turn to follow him. I swear, I know the guy wasn't going mach, but he sure was faster then I was.
I come in and land, and my instructor tells me afterwards that I have 'light fixation' because I watch the PAPI too long while on short final when I should be looking at the runway. I land, chagrined, and we do a postflight while waiting for clearance to taxi while some other guy gets a long flight plan filed on the frequency we want to use.
As I park the plane, the instructor tells me we flew 1.4 hours, and I'm shocked. It felt like 3 hours with all the stress, and he laughs.
I've been trying to solo since I got back, and it's looking like I might be able to today at noon. So, looking forward to getting up alone again. It's been three plus weeks, and I've got a hankerin' for some aviatin'.
I told my instructor afterwards that my biggest problem was in preplanning. I thought I had done it all, but it turned out that I didn't know what I didn't know. He agreed, and said that was a really good way to put it.