Reading Rocketeer's recent posts reminds me of old college days. During my last years at San Diego State in 1981, I was also finalizing training for my pilots license and vividly remember the day I had an encounter with the great blues.
I was on my second solo cross country trip with three legs to Yuma AZ and Twentynine Palms and back to Gillespie field in San Diego. Enroute to Yuma I was flying at 5000' and was just South of the NAS El Centro field. NAS El Centro is where the Blue Angles practiced during the winter months because of the favorable weather. When I was abeam the tower at 5000' I noticed several jets lined up on the run way with another set behind, closer look revealed their deep blue color, and I realized they were the Blue Angels preparing for take off. After hootin and hollerin at my good fortunes I sat there mesmarized during their take off and departure. We were both flying Eastbound when I noticed they had made a right crosswind leg, I sat there in awe. Confirming my altitude was out of the airport boundary and thinking I was well out of traffic, the Blues in formation turned right downwind departure which brought us head to head. After hootin and hollerin, and thinking I had plenty of altitide for them to cross under me, I saw them pull up which looked to me a direct head to head collision course. Being a lowly pilot in training with 30 hours under my belt in a Cessna 150 I did the sane thing, I cut power and dived cycling my landing light the whole way so they would see me. To my amazement they pretty much went vertical and crossed my path well ahead. I could only guess what those hot shots were thinking in their A-4 Skyhalks.
The rest of the trip was uneventful and I review my log book from time to time to that day where I wrote" Encountered Blue Angles ". I will always cherish those memories of my flying days but due to marriage and kids had to retire flying the big birds and now flying RC's that is just as fulfilling and a lot less expensive (so far) .
I was on my second solo cross country trip with three legs to Yuma AZ and Twentynine Palms and back to Gillespie field in San Diego. Enroute to Yuma I was flying at 5000' and was just South of the NAS El Centro field. NAS El Centro is where the Blue Angles practiced during the winter months because of the favorable weather. When I was abeam the tower at 5000' I noticed several jets lined up on the run way with another set behind, closer look revealed their deep blue color, and I realized they were the Blue Angels preparing for take off. After hootin and hollerin at my good fortunes I sat there mesmarized during their take off and departure. We were both flying Eastbound when I noticed they had made a right crosswind leg, I sat there in awe. Confirming my altitude was out of the airport boundary and thinking I was well out of traffic, the Blues in formation turned right downwind departure which brought us head to head. After hootin and hollerin, and thinking I had plenty of altitide for them to cross under me, I saw them pull up which looked to me a direct head to head collision course. Being a lowly pilot in training with 30 hours under my belt in a Cessna 150 I did the sane thing, I cut power and dived cycling my landing light the whole way so they would see me. To my amazement they pretty much went vertical and crossed my path well ahead. I could only guess what those hot shots were thinking in their A-4 Skyhalks.
The rest of the trip was uneventful and I review my log book from time to time to that day where I wrote" Encountered Blue Angles ". I will always cherish those memories of my flying days but due to marriage and kids had to retire flying the big birds and now flying RC's that is just as fulfilling and a lot less expensive (so far) .






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