It was snowing a little every day. I monitored the weather, hoping to get a flight whilst the snow still was there. Finally, it looked like a suitable day was coming. I checked the weather early in the morning – it was ok, not perfect but who expects good weather in December in Denmark? I took a day off and drove to my flying club in Holbæk.
By the time I got there, the weather changed – the coulds were low, there was freezing fog, it wasn’t flying weather. Scratching my head, I wondered “do I really have to drive 75 km back home without even getting airborne?!” I decided to wait. After a couple of hours the prognosis changed to the better, and soon even the sun came out!
I rushed to my hangar, and … I couldn’t pull my OY-9797 out because of the snow. I struggled trying different tactics, and eventually succeeded bu pulling each wing out, one at a time, and pushing from behind…
Pre-flight check, and off we go. The runway was covered in soft snow, with many tracks left by other aeroplanes – it was a good sign, I noticed. Though I was the only one flying that day, the tracks told me it was ok to take-off and to land:
I got airborne, and what a beautiful view awaited me:
I did three flights that day again. If you cannot fly far away, at least you can practice landings!
On my second flight I tried to get higher, but at the 1,200 feet I could see that the lower clouds were coming from different directions; I didn’t want to take any risks and descended.
Holbæk looked a bit dramatic in the afternoon sun:
It was cold, and I was well-prepared. I had double-gloves on, with hitting inserts, and I also had hitting inserts in my boots. It helped. You don’t want to be on the ground, when there is suddenly a chance to go flying.
It seemed like the weather was changing all the time. Sometimes it was light with good visibility, other times – dark and very low clouds passing by.
There was snow everywhere, and I loved the views:
Lars, a pal from my flying club, saw me flying, and came to the hangar to help me to get my Aeroprakt in – that was so kind of him! He knew, I would be having difficulties otherwise.
That day, I passed 600 hours mark in my pilot logbook. A kind of a milestone in 6 years, though I never fly for getting hours.
I spent that evening in a spa with a friend – it was very nice to relax in a hot tub, different saunas, and to swim in a warm water swimming pool.
