I could tell that the atmosphere was getting back to it?s normal level of humidity and heat, after a blessedly cool and dry few days (following the hurricane, this was huge relief for many!), the moisture visible in the mid-morning sky as the first of the day?s cumulus began forming up over the coastal plain. Launching with no plan other than getting airborne for a little while, I climbed quickly after clearing the Class B and popped through the scattered clouds, topping out at 4,000? in cool, clear air, white popcorn below, and blue sky above. The bubble canopy of the RV-8 makes me feel like I am one with the sky, the world below inconsequential for as long as I remain aloft.
While most of the puffy cumulous seem content this morning to remain level with their neighbors, I spot an overachiever that is poking out of the layer a few miles down the coast ? a ?clown?s head? that looks like it wants to become something greater that it?s fellows. With nothing better to do, I roll towards it in mock attack, aiming for a tangent a safe distance away and building speed as I leaned out the mixture and set power. Coming up even with the little tower, I rolled wings vertical and pulled to circle around it?s base, my head to the cloud as I came around 180 degrees, pointed back the way I came. The top looked to be a couple thousand feet above me, and it was boiling and seething with power ? it was headed higher and doing it fast!
I pushed all the levers forward and eased back on the stick into a maximum climb, continuing to circle the lone pillar. I could see that I was alone out there, just me and the vapor, but I still maintained a legal distance as I stayed with it, gaining slowly on the top. I was going up at 1500 fpm, and barely catching up with the top. Around and around I went, holding a nice G-level and getting all I could out of the Val. The cloud continued to boil along the sides, and as I swung from the sun side to the shadow, I could see little wisps of vapor silhouetted for an instant before they dissipated. Through 9,000? I could tell that I was going to top this thing in another turn or two, and it almost seemed to lose steam as I came around at 10,000?, I pulled level with the top, fully illuminated by the sun, and still reaching and boiling, but slowing down noticeably. It had run out of unstable air, and was clearly doomed as I rolled over the top and looked down on my competitor. Crisscrossing over the top at 11,000?, I rolled a few more times, and looked at the flight timer on the EFIS ? it had been just 12 minutes since brake release.
I pulled up into a wing-over, then pulled the power and rolled into a dive to spiral back down, the tower considerably thinner than it was during the trip up. It was dissipating, having spent its energy in the climb, then running into an invisible ceiling that kept the day safe from thunderstorms. I know it never knew I was there, but I counted it a worthy adversary nevertheless ? the bold white challenge to the bright blue skies. I looked back as I slipped back down through the tops of its genteel brethren ? the sheep of the sky, content to graze on the lower level moisture - and the tower was almost gone. It was but a transient challenge ? perhaps a dream, but nevertheless, a fine way to spend a few minutes in my perfect flying machine?.
Paul
While most of the puffy cumulous seem content this morning to remain level with their neighbors, I spot an overachiever that is poking out of the layer a few miles down the coast ? a ?clown?s head? that looks like it wants to become something greater that it?s fellows. With nothing better to do, I roll towards it in mock attack, aiming for a tangent a safe distance away and building speed as I leaned out the mixture and set power. Coming up even with the little tower, I rolled wings vertical and pulled to circle around it?s base, my head to the cloud as I came around 180 degrees, pointed back the way I came. The top looked to be a couple thousand feet above me, and it was boiling and seething with power ? it was headed higher and doing it fast!
I pushed all the levers forward and eased back on the stick into a maximum climb, continuing to circle the lone pillar. I could see that I was alone out there, just me and the vapor, but I still maintained a legal distance as I stayed with it, gaining slowly on the top. I was going up at 1500 fpm, and barely catching up with the top. Around and around I went, holding a nice G-level and getting all I could out of the Val. The cloud continued to boil along the sides, and as I swung from the sun side to the shadow, I could see little wisps of vapor silhouetted for an instant before they dissipated. Through 9,000? I could tell that I was going to top this thing in another turn or two, and it almost seemed to lose steam as I came around at 10,000?, I pulled level with the top, fully illuminated by the sun, and still reaching and boiling, but slowing down noticeably. It had run out of unstable air, and was clearly doomed as I rolled over the top and looked down on my competitor. Crisscrossing over the top at 11,000?, I rolled a few more times, and looked at the flight timer on the EFIS ? it had been just 12 minutes since brake release.
I pulled up into a wing-over, then pulled the power and rolled into a dive to spiral back down, the tower considerably thinner than it was during the trip up. It was dissipating, having spent its energy in the climb, then running into an invisible ceiling that kept the day safe from thunderstorms. I know it never knew I was there, but I counted it a worthy adversary nevertheless ? the bold white challenge to the bright blue skies. I looked back as I slipped back down through the tops of its genteel brethren ? the sheep of the sky, content to graze on the lower level moisture - and the tower was almost gone. It was but a transient challenge ? perhaps a dream, but nevertheless, a fine way to spend a few minutes in my perfect flying machine?.
Paul