That all changed on Friday, The mist lowered, the air was still and
the airport was MVFR all day. Saturday’s forecast was for much the same. I held
out a small glimmer of hope; remember the cloud base was forecast to be 800ft
on the day I did my first solo. Alas it wasn’t to be. Saturday arrived with
mist, rain and IFR conditions. I sulked for a while and then fired off a text
to Bob enquiring as to his availability on the Sunday. He replied with a “definitely
maybe” pointing out the winds were forecast to be 15 gusting 25 and not at a
great angle either. On top of that it didn’t appear that there was a plane
available anyways. We agreed to touch base on the Sunday morning to see if
there were any cancellations.
Sunday morning came with almost non-existent winds, A plane was
suddenly available, so I pootled off down to the airport dragging RTH with me*.
It became apparent that the conditions
predicted on the TAF bore no resemblance to what was actually happening (the
winds switched 180 degrees while I was waiting for Bob to arrive). So I was
dispatched to phone flight services to get a weather brief and see what their
take on it was.
I could almost hear the guy shrugging his shoulders over the phone.
Basically the surface winds were not
doing the same as the upper winds. There had been some PIREPS of severe
turbulence over areas to the south and some windshear at Pearson. So basically after stalking the METAR and TAF
and phoning flight services. I was still left with “let’s get up there and see
what its like.” And people wonder why I have no time for Met. It’s a black art
at best!
* RTH wanted to talk to Bob about getting his night rating, very cool!
* RTH wanted to talk to Bob about getting his night rating, very cool!
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