
So...last Sunday was interesting. I got checked out in a Cessna 172, which is a bigger version of the 150. That night, I got to give my first ride to a passenger other than my flight instructor. Jon came along while I did 3 take offs and landings with my instructor and then we kicked Josh out and I took Jon flying over our house and then the Marion area. It was a gorgeous evening—nice and smooth and sunny. We flew past a couple of hot air balloons and took pictures looking down on them. Pretty cool!
When we headed back to Marion, however, we found a tricky situation awaiting us—those hot air balloons had landed in the middle of the runway! And I mean the middle both ways—right on the asphalt and in the middle north/south-wise. And there were about 20 people and children (and a dog) running around on the runway. Which meant we couldn’t land. I’m just glad we had plenty of fuel because we had to circle a bit while Jan tried to get them to move.
Well, they moved off the asphalt, barely. The balloons were still touching the edge and the crowd was right next to them. So I ended up doing a short and soft field landing in the grass on the other side of the runway so I wouldn’t hit them. Of course, just as I touched down, a flock of geese waddled (quickly changing to flying) right in front of us. We just missed them. Anyway, my landing was great and my unwanted audience waved and applauded and cheered. They did wonder why I “missed” the runway but it was explained to them that I landed on the grass to avoid hitting them since they were on the runway. I was less than pleased with their behavior but I guess it makes for an interesting story and everything turned out fine. Jon keeps saying that I didn’t have to prove to him that I am a good pilot—he would have been happy with just a nice, relaxing flight.