March 01, 2005

Jim's Cardinal

On Sunday Jim took me up in his Cessna Cardinal 177B - let me tell you, that's one sweet ride!

We flew up to Monmoth, where he landed then took off. Got to see an experimental plane awaiting takeoff just behind us.

From there over to Trenton, then follow the river north to the Delaware Water Gap. Even from that high up, it was an impressive sight. Especially seeing another light plane fly through the Water Gap, that sort of thing really gives you a sense of scale.

Another landing and takeoff from one of the runways up there (don't remember the name), which Jim discovered has a mountain off one end of the runway.

From there we travelled overland back to Lakewood. We had to avoid some commuter jet traffic, which was no big deal. One lear jet passed well under us, which was neat. The amazing thing about this leg of the trip was, despite the fact that you could clearly see New York City out one window and make out some smokestacks near Trenton on the other, I could not orient myself until Jim pointed out Lakehurst in the distance.

Another smooth landing at Lakewood and we were done.

This is a sweet plane, it's roomy (lots roomier than a 172) and flies smooth. More of a sense of forward motion, as opposed to the hanging-in-the-air and getting buffeted around sensation from the 172.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Above the planet on a wing and prayer,

My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,

Across the clouds I see my shadow fly,

Out of the corner of my watering eye,

A dream unthreatened by the morning light,

Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.

There's no sensation to compare with this,

Suspended animation; A state of bliss.

Can't keep my mind from the circling sky,

Tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I.

Learning to Fly Pink Floyd's A Momentary Lapse of Reason

7:54 AM  
Blogger Rothar said...

At least one point during the flight that song did occur to me - mindlink!

1:27 PM  
Blogger JimInNJ said...

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter--silvered wings:
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds,--and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of--wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew--
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

"High Flight" by RCAF Flight-Lieutenant John Gillespie Magee Jr

7:29 PM  

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