I started my PPL in the mid 90’s in a Piper Tomahawk that was nothing but basic. No GPS, just VORs, sectionals, and (to give a little help) a Sporty’s calculator.
I learned out of Peter O’Knight in Tampa and first I thing noted flying around there was how flat, green, and same the land looked from the air. Armed with my written flight plan and sectional marked with timed checkpoints we (first CC) did the round trip hitting the checkpoints, dialing in the VORs like it was easy.
Second CC was a bit more complicated, Home Airport to Ocala to St. Petersburg (over flight) then back to home base. I had again done all the homework, had all the checkpoints written down, VOR checks and was feeling pretty cocky taking off from Ocala.
Then I got lost. Simple as that.
I thought I had the picture, but somehow, I got distracted, I got behind the plane, but having missed two checkpoints and not saying anything to my instructor (who had just sat there not saying a word) he finally asks “You know where you are?” I felt almost sick saying “No I don’t” thinking I had just blew my chance to be a pilot.
Mark then looks right, points and says “What that way out there?” It was the Gulf. Then he points to two other things asking me “what is that?” which I told him so he says, “Now, figure out where you are”. Glances at the chart, glances at the ground ensued and a few moments later I put my finger on the chart and “said I am here, going this way”.
Right answer, because his final input to this mess was “Navigate to your next checkpoint and lets get back on course”. Later he also told me he was going to let me go solo next, but decided one more duel to see if I learned my lesson.
That I did and my fourth CC was solo
Having all this nice shiny electronic screens is nice, but having come up somewhat old school, if I were still flying I think I’d still write the plan down, have all the important numbers on a sheet in front of me and keep looking for those checkpoints on the sectional. Batteries die, electronics fail, but paper, a a watch and a compass…they don’t. (not say I’d turn down fancy, I’d see it as varification, not primary).
(As a side note, I also never had a chance to fly with an autopilot. Learning to trim out the plane to maintain altitude with just occasional trim touches was tough, but satisfying. When you can’t afford it, you work with what you got)