One day, back in early 2001, I was in the midst of my flight training and gearing up for what I considered to be one of the most exciting flights I had taken yet – the long cross country.
The name is a bit of a misnomer – I was not literally flying across the country, rather I was flying to various places in Wisconsin. The long cross country is distinguished from a regular cross country in that one of the three legs must be at least 100 nautical miles.
It was a Saturday and I arrived at the flight school early to pull down weather reports and start doing my calculations needed to file an accurate flight plan with the appropriate flight services. Several of the instructors checked my work, confirmed that I was reading the weather reports correctly, and signed off on my flight plan. I was excited about this because I did everything correctly on the first try, without any help. Read the rest of this entry »














