John & Anne Wiley

2012/07/24

Big Fun Review

Filed under: Aviation,Flying,Happiness,Has Photos,Nature,People,SB Region — John @ 04:25

Every two years, pilots who have developed beyond a specific level of maturity get to do a BFR. I call it the Big Fun Review, because it’s at least two hours of solid fun with a highly skilled instructor pilot. Terry Harris, whom I have chosen the past few times, is a good example. I always learn something, and it’s Pilot Fun (a specific form of enjoyment all pilots understand). Today was a good day for it.

1543 Good BFR Weather

1543 Good BFR Weather

You’re looking at light winds, unlimited visibility, and a few clouds to play in. See, I saved a lot of “flybux” by not getting the “IFR” kind of license that lets me fly in clouds. But with Terry in Anne’s seat (Anne rode in back), clouds are on the menu. Now, even tho another part of the decision against the IFR type was that we don’t want to fly in clouds (we fly to see stuff), it’s Pilot Fun (and good safety training) to do so occasionally. So every two years I’m very happy to see some clouds for my BFR. Sadly, I only got a couple of minutes in clouds today because they’re so low, so I also used “foggles” to somewhat simulate the experience when we weren’t in the clouds.

We started off with a maneuver I’ve wanted to try. Imagine you’re taking off, and the engine suddenly quits without warning (in case you’re wondering, it’s an extremely rare occurrence). What a pilot does next has a lot to do with factors like how high (s)he is and what the terrain looks like below. But often one option is to stabilize the airspeed for best glide performance and immediately begin a tight turn. It can open up different terrain options, but even better in a quick-climbing plane like Tripp it may allow a safe return to the airport. Normally I’d have gone to Lompoc for practice, but Terry knows the ATC people well enough that she suggested we ask them to do it right at takeoff from SBA. Having read a lot about it, I was surprised to need nearly 1000 feet of altitude to do it on my first try. Maybe we’ll go to Lompoc sometime and practice until I only need half that. In case all this is too technical, short translation: Pilot Fun. 🙂

Anne knows enough about flying now, that much of the Pilot Fun made sense to her too. But while I was kept very busy flying and honing my skills with Terry’s guidance, Anne was enjoying the view.

1541 Bird's Eye

1541 Bird’s Eye

I like how this pic gives the harbor an eye shape. The main campus of SBCC, the college where Anne worked, is at the right edge. Stearn’s Wharf where we’ve had so much fun and ridden the ‘Lil Toot water taxi to the harbor is also accented by the fog.

So I got to fly with two women I enjoy, and who enjoy each other, while also adding to my skills and taking occasional gulps of the view. It all adds up to a very fun flight with the gals that included this seagull’s view of Our Town. And as you may have heard, “Gulls just wanna have fun.” :}

2012/07/23

Noticing

When I bought my first car, suddenly I started noticing lots like it on the road. After flying through Monument Valley I started noticing lots of fascinating rock formations. Maybe it’s the time of year, but right now I seem to be noticing ponds.

1230 TV Pond

1230 TV Pond

The neat rows of grape vines somehow recall the old TVs that used lines to make up pictures. It also has a matrix quality reminiscent of a computer chip. I like how the dark shapes beneath the water speak of the life within. I mention the time of year, because it’s been a long while since we had rain and in the valley the weather’s warm so it makes for interesting growth in most all of the ponds.

1231 Filet Pond

1231 Filet Pond

In a way the ponds are filets cut into the landscape. Many shapes and sizes, and each an ecosystem reflecting the unique qualities of each as seen from a perspective that enables a clear view beneath the surface.

1233 Shapes Pond

1233 Shapes Pond

The shape of some ponds is quite unusual, creating a geometric dance with the surrounding land uses. I like how part of Tripp’s wing structure mixes into this one at the bottom-left corner. Do the shapes of these ponds get chosen partly by the planned use, evolved over time? Why are some more striking on the surface?

1234 Surface Pond

1234 Surface Pond

The undulating lines of vines on the right seem artistically designed to accent the pond. This next one has it all: surface and depths, a friendly tree, placement shapes of road with patches of untouched dry grass, and the grizzled fur of surrounding reeds.

1236 Ideal Pond

1236 Ideal Pond

But maybe it’s too small to offer the complexity one would find in the perfect pond. Maybe larger ponds that people swim in hold the imprint of summer memories.

1240 Swim Pond

1240 Swim Pond

But of these ponds collected in the part of our flight that was over the valleys from Lompoc to Cachuma, my fave pond integrates features of the others.

1244 Life Pond

1244 Life Pond

Surface shapes and colors, complex depths, canoe and rowboat afloat in memories, reeds and bushes, and most of all a tree of life struggling on a mystical island. Noticing them now, I wonder what kept me from noticing all these ponds every time we’ve flown over that area. Even though total awareness would probably lead to overload and incapacitation, I enjoy expanding Consciousness. By noticing something, do we really notice even more somethings every day, or do we simply shift our focus from one thing to the next ignoring all others?

2012/07/22

Different Time

In downtown L.A. or S.F. you can find great museums that take you back to a different time in California. SB has an excellent little historical museum too, and strolling the exhibits you’re transported to the past. But away from cities it often seems you’re actually in those earlier times.

1191 Hidden Valley

1191 Hidden Valley

Though it’s quaint and winding compared with California’s monotonous I-5 corridor, even the 101 freeway has bypassed the slower pace of Hwy.1 that meanders through a hidden valley toward Lompoc. Timeless rock outcrops near the road take you back far beyond the pastoral hay fields of early settlers to a day when indigenous peoples roamed here.

1192 Rock Talk

1192 Rock Talk

Sitting in the shade of those oaks that the settlers sheltered under, you can study the same ancient marks they did and dream of forgotten fireside stories under the stars. A time when magic moved in the sunlight and danger stalked the darkness. When storytellers were personal friends and family, and collaboration was the highest value.

Passing through this reflective realm we emerge over Lompoc where fields of color fade to the misty beach, and loops of river unravel to the sea.

1194 Misty Moment

1194 Misty Moment

Advancing to the last century, our landing is greeted by Piper Cubs designed when one of the Wright brothers was still a leading aviation expert.

1195 Cub Brothers

1195 Cub Brothers

As a boy, on summer nights I felt the quick blush and long pause of an airport beacon on my bedroom wall. Standing tall out there in the dark a silent sentinel, searching for lost planes like these. Offering a safe and welcoming place for plane and pilot to sleep, back in a time before digital navigation. Within sight of a time when only people in the biggest cities had lost the protection of the Milky Way and countless constellations on brilliantly starry nights, and flying was the realm of dreamers.

2012/07/21

Symbols

In my youth, the notion of living far from people held a strong appeal. Partly perhaps a symbol of independence, and partly a hero’s journey. A foray into the wild to vanquish demons and return a man. So when I fly past scenes like this, there’s still a deep part of me that resonates.

1174 On the Beach

1174 On the Beach

I am there, alone with the pounding surf. Contemplating life and meaning, living off the land. Well, that’s the image anyway. The reality is of course quite different. Near this spot is a very different symbol carved in the dusty earth.

1173 Alien Landing Zone

1173 Alien Landing Zone

I guess there’s a chance it’s a marker for an alien airport. Using their scanners from space to detect this spot, they home in to touch down and begin their invasion. Or maybe it’s just a symbol of someone’s practice on a dirt bike. Another symbol nearby is written on the water.

1172 Water Marks

1172 Water Marks

The seaweed accents an oil seep, symbols of life. All the marine life visiting the fast-growing kelp, and the life long past that has transformed into oil that bubbles up from the sea floor. Surveying all these symbols, I recall another that we enjoyed recently.

04_770 Shape & Sound

04_770 Shape & Sound

As we sat listening to a jazz ensemble from this year’s Music Academy concert series, I pondered the symbols (and cymbals) in the music. Interwoven strands of life painted in sound. We were just outside the circular performance area at Paseo Nuevo, and as you can see I was also contemplating the symbolic shapes. A tree of life reaching past a concrete window between worlds. A brief retreat much nearer than that cabin on the beach. A half step back from the circle of humanity, yet still very much engaged. Now I choose the circle, the life and companionship of community, and the beach is a fleeting impression passing beneath my wings.

2012/07/20

Some Days

Most mornings we look out the window and delight to the beauty, just like most people who consciously chose to live here. But on some days the particular type of beauty we see, strikes us differently than most people. You see, especially clear and calm air like we saw today brings a slow smile as we think about how to clear our schedule and go flying.

1420 Some Days

1420 Some Days

This is what I’m talking about. See, we can tell with a glance at our mountains and a quick check on an aviation satellite view, that we’ll be treated to vistas like this. The islands so “close” you can touch them out there floating on a thin haze. The light and colors so crisp your mouth waters. It was even better a couple of hours earlier, but we dallied around the house getting ready. Still a somewhat tolerable ride in clear and calm air tho. 😉

1456 Lake Casitas

1456 Lake Casitas

We flew over to Santa Paula and passing the lake it was even more magnificent than usual as we looked back toward Santa Barbara. Some days I see shapes and colors differently while flying. As abstract art. Like this.

1455 Abstract

1455 Abstract

Even the vast suburbia of Camarillo/Oxnard looks abstract to me in such moods, so maybe you can forgive my sharing these. Chalk it up to aerophiliac euphoria. 😉

1468 Patterns

1468 Patterns

I’m sending more words & pix from today to Edhat, and putting others (and maybe a video) on my Photo Page (links in the right column here). But here’s one more to represent another remarkably fun and mood elevating thing we did today. After stopping by home for a quick meal we went downtown to a mellow free “Hot Club Sandwich” concert at Chase Palm Park. People dancing, kids of all ages, picnics, family fun, dating scene, and a balloon artist.

1535 Balloon Bargain

1535 Balloon Bargain

Some days, life is almost unbearably sweet.

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