After having had a private pilot's license for twenty-five years, I finally flew in Class C airspace...
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to fly the CAP airplane down to Daytona Beach to drop it off for its 100 hour inspection.
Daytona is Class C airspace. Back when I first got my license, such a concept didn't exist. Of course, there were airports with control towers, but the airspace classification system as we currently know it didn't exist. I did make a couple of landings / take-offs into Charleston, which was a reasonably large airport, but for the most part, I flew out of small airports with no tower / approach / etc.
Even when I resumed flying a few years ago, I did my flying out of pilot controlled airfields.
I did finally fly into a Class D airport a few months ago (St. Augustine), but I still hadn't flown into an airport with regularly scheduled major airline traffic.
On the one hand it wasn't that big a deal, on the other, it was quite interesting.
The bulk of the trip down was very routine. I had filed my VFR flight plan on DUAT, and shortly after take-off, I had activated it and had contacted JAX approach for VFR flight following.
For the majority of the trip, the sky was clear, visibility was good, and the ride was smooth.
We started seeing a little build-up right around our altitude (3500 feet) as we neared Daytona, but nothing we couldn't easily navigate around. As we got closer to DAB, the clouds got closer to each other. Not so close that we couldn't get through, but close enough to have to dodge...
Things didn't get really interesting until we got close to Daytona. When I had checked the weather, the reported conditions around DAB were 3 miles visibility with smoke, improving to 6 by the time of our anticipated arrival. Well, let's just say that there was more smoke than anticipated and even though I was quite close to the airport, and it's a pretty big airport, I couldn't see it.
Fortunately, I had a very experienced pilot as a co-pilot. He flew for the Air Force for twenty-seven years and then for an airline for another fifteen.
Even though we were flying VFR, he had dialed in the frequency of the ILS approach on the NAV.
Between his coaching and the GPS, when I rolled out onto final, it turned out I was right on track, at least according to the ILS - it took me at least fifteen seconds before I could actually see the runway.
I learned a number of good lessons along the way:
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