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About Captain Drake's Flight School

History of the dream:
Twenty something years ago, I put my dream on paper. I have followed through with these ideas so that you may come to a place where your dreams may soar.

I love people and sharing my passion for flight with them.

My dream was to build a resort on my beautiful property in southern Oregon. I created cute little custom built rooms and cabins for my students to live in while they learn to fly. I have small stick and rudder, fabric covered airplanes for them to learn in. My students will not be the “normal” aviation students. My clients, most likely, will not be looking to get their ticket in the shortest time possible for the least amount of money. My student will be a person who always dreamed of flying. Someone who is interested in being a real pilot more than simply meeting the minimum required flight hours and qualifications.

They will enjoy the environment we’ve created, the river rock swimming pool, and the inspiring views. After class they can take hikes to the local swimming holes, enjoy the Oregon Caves, or take side trips to the Rugged Oregon beaches, we can take them rafting and kayaking, or mountain biking. This is a once in a lifetime experience, something that will stay with them for as long as they live. They will take the love of flying home with them. This is more of an adventure vacation and life changing inspirational retreat than just a flight school. They will get to air navigate to hidden back-country grass landing strips and have picnic lunches under the wings of their flying machines.

Everyone, more or less, has had a dream of flying. I was struck with it worse than most. I grew up on an airbase. In and around flying people and machines my entire life. Building models, paper airplanes, balsa gliders, kites, “flying machines” that never truly flew but on occasion would crash with a little more style than the pile of sticks, cardboard, and plastic tarps they otherwise would be mistaken for. I jumped with these various contraptions off of every elevated berm, hill or structure I could gain access to. My heroes were my father and his friends, they were smoke jumpers and or pilots. Men who skydived from airplanes to burning wildfires. These men collectively raised me and instilled great respect for the air.

I ended up earning my living as a construction contractor because I’m exceedingly skilled at building things, and I needed to support my young family immediately. I didn’t have the time nor money to afford flight school. I’m forty years old now. I’ve earned my wings. I’m a skilled pilot and wonderful instructor, my decades spent as a martial arts instructor having gifted me with those instruction skills.

My students will join me here on my beautiful southern Oregon property and stay in the little rooms and cabins nestled near the hand built river rock swimming pool. They will be welcome to bring their families with them. The non flying members of their party can lounge around and enjoy all the activities we offer in southern Oregon. While the flying person attends daily classes.

We will learn by doing.

We will take hikes to the local swimming holes and learn about flying through talks along the path. We will take cross country adventure flights to the beach and to other beautiful valleys. Flying over the amazing Southern Oregon and Northern California mountains to get there. We’ll learn all the little symbols and colored patchwork of lines on the aviation sectional navigation charts by flying and experiencing. This is my dream and I’m following it on a pair of colorful fabric wings and a prayer.

What are your dreams? Mine is to be counted among the safest, most skilled pilots and be able to transfer my knowledge to others with the least amount of stress and difficulty for them. All this, while delivering the Flying experience as it lives in our childlike minds. I want to create a flight school like no other.
A place where people come to learn to fly, but receive an experience deeper and more amazing than they ever imagined.

All these things take time and money so it is one step at a time for me and I’m amazed at how far I have come.

Flight Stories & Insights

The Flying Machine

Every once in awhile we are blessed to meet truly remarkable people. This story is about two such people that have blessed my life. To say they are loving and selflessly giving would be an understatement on the scale of enormity. Bill and Louise Gettle are my friends and my extraordinary aircraft mechanics, they are a treasure to this Valley and I wish to share with you a bit about them.

It took me years to get to the point where I had gathered enough flight hours an experience to actually complete the long series of exams and certificates required to be a legal certified flight instructor. Bill and Lou were beside me all the way, always encouraging and pushing me along. When the day came that I was ready to actually purchase a certified
“real” airplane for my business, Bill and Lou were very excited for me. After all the excitement of returning to Illinois Valley we ran into problems with the new airplane. It was in much worse mechanical shape than we
had initially thought…

Here’s where the story of Bill and Louise gets more interesting. For whatever reason Bill and Louise took it on themselves to save my dream. They disassembled that airplane to its last component. They removed the paint and cleaned that aluminum till it looked factory new. Lovingly, painfully, piece by piece they inspected, repaired, and replaced everything on that aircraft. I told them I had no money and could not afford this work. I did my best to pay for as much materials as possible but frankly I was pathetic in my attempt.

This all sounds like a pretty noble and amazing thing they did for me right?

But you do not know the half of it. Not only was all this happening but at the same exact time they themselves were facing an unimaginable challenge. You see, Louise was fighting a serious illness. Not only that, but they were trying to build a home on their property at the time and they were living full time in a 5th wheel camper house. I spent
nearly every day with them during this time. I never once saw Lou get down and stay home. Her strength and courage was greater than any storied warrior of myth, history or modern fiction. Her warmth, kindness and encouragement to others held fast. There were days I imagine she was in terrible pain but she never showed it or talked about it. On occasion a small tear would be found on the corner of her eye and that was the only indicator of her pain. If you didn’t know to look for it you would never have known she was anything but her usual beautiful spirited self. Bill is a man of character. He stood by his wife’s side and he looked over her and loved her with a strength I’ve never seen before. These people never argue. They never use harsh words. They are in their 70’s and yet genuinely play and dance together. Their love, strength, respect, and kindness towards each other spills over onto all those who encounter them.

Bill and Lou are an inspiration. They work and live together 24/7 and they wouldn’t have it any other way. They never ask for anything. trying to even pay for lunch around them is difficult. Bill’s work as an aircraft mechanic is 2nd to none. He never rushes. He never cuts a corner. He never misses a thing. If he tells you that this airplane is safe or that one is not, you had better listen.

Those guys resurrected my Ercoupe and saved my dream. They turned Delta Victor into a work of art actually and I cannot fly her into any airport without being noticed and complimented. They will not let my dream die. I’ve asked them why. Why guys do you even like me so much? I’m just a man with a dream he can’t afford. All they will tell me is that they love my dream too and they want me to share my passion for aviation with all those who will come. Why they really do it I don’t have a clue. All I know is I love them. I have no idea how much money I owe them by now as they refuse to even give me an invoice. They simply say “Wolf, you’ll eventually pay us when you can. “

The sign reads The flying Machine aircraft repairs & restorations.
What you find inside the hangar is a lesson of how to live, work, love, and be. The flying machine and Bill and Lou are magical. This is where humans are restored, dreams are built, and sometimes airplanes are repaired.

A Friend By My Side

My journey as a flight instructor has been and continues to be a breathtaking ride. Everyday is a dream coming true. It’s been tough at times but all in all I wake up thrilled each day.
We all have special people in our lives, people that inspire us and encourage us to live our dreams. For me one of those special people is Sharon Wescott / Clouser. She is an amazingly driven person. She taught me to ride motorcycles when I was a young man. She always would listen to my ideas ,adventures, projects, and dreams. She was the type of person to never tell me what was wrong with my ideas but what was right about them. She never told me I couldn’t do something. She always told me I could do it, no matter how outlandish, difficult or crazy my idea. She was a pilot and flight instructor. She would regale me with stories of her adventures and keep me informed of her latest projects.

When I became interested in flying ultralights she encouraged me. When I became interested in becoming a flight instructor she assured me I’d be a great one. When I shared my vision of building a flying resort where students could stay while they learn to fly she said get it done and they will come. Sharon is a very special type of person and I’m so very grateful to have her in my life. I miss her greatly and I often wonder if she’d be proud of my accomplishments.

Last week I was ready to solo one of my flight students for the first time. I was feeling the pressure that any flight instructor feels when cutting the strings and letting a new student fly by themselves. I checked over all the endorsements making certain I hadn’t missed anything. I flew the pattern with him and gave him final suggestions. I made certain the wind and other conditions were favoring the flight. Then I got out of the airplane and shook my student’s hand and told him to have a good flight.

As he taxied back to the active runway I slowly walked to the edge of the runway thinking to myself “ I wonder if Sharon can see this? I wonder if she thinks I’m doing a good job?” Just then my son Logan walked up to me. He didn’t say much, he just handed me this folded piece of paper and said “ Dad , I found this blowing across the ground.” Then he just stood still and quiet. I looked at the paper in my hand. On it was written Sharon Wescott and her address/phone number!

Now I don’t know what you believe or what religious views you may have but let me tell you…

I felt like there was no other explanation than that my friend was standing by my side even though we couldn’t see her. Maybe she just loves flying so much that she comes and hangs out by our little airport while we practice? I can accept that someone like Jack maybe was working around the airport and lost a paper out of his notebook with her information on it. That’s possible, maybe even likely. Now how about the fact that Logan found it? That Logan found it and handed it to me? How about Logan found it, handed it to me and I was in the middle of an emotional moment and soloing a new student while wondering if Sharon was proud of me? The odds certainly get pretty impressive right?

Thank you for being in my life Sharon, and please come fly with me and look over my shoulder any time.

Oh and if you’re curious… my student flew a perfect pattern and a beautiful touchdown. I’m sure Sharon was impressed.

A Horse Story

Journal Entry · on May 28, 2012

Flight lesson
Today I learned so much. Arriving at the airport, air fresh. Overcast sky, ceiling about 3,000 ft, air on the grass runway still, Windsock un-moving. Pushing open the hangar revealing my
old friend, the flight star. Going through the routine of pre-flight inspection, oil full, fuel tanks filled and checked, airframe secure, coolant full.

Now normally, for a simple flight of fifty or so miles I’d just lick my finger and hold it in the air to check the wind, take a good look at the clouds to make a go no go decision. Today is different.

Today I’m flying to meet a new student who has only flown with me on three or four occasions for a total of about six hours. He’s asked me to fly down to his farm and scout his property for suitable landing spots. It’s his dream to be able to fly his own airplane from his property so I’ve agreed to check it out. I hadn’t promised to land, only to scout and see if it’s reasonable.

I’m a CFI, certified flight instructor. I would preach to my students about the privileges and duties of being a pilot. It is the pilot in command’s responsibility to know all the pertinent data for each flight.

Flight planning is a huge part of being a pilot. Getting a flight briefing and being aware of any adverse weather conditions, temporary flight restrictions, or notams is the pilot’s responsibility. So I dial the flight service number and request a briefing as I would want my students to do.

Afterward I slide into the friendly cockpit of the N3169k, my new office. I love this airplane. I love every airplane, but I have a special fondness for this one. Her engine fires instantly and purrs as she warms. Going through the run-up checklist and watching the various gage needles climb to the green indications. Box check complete, run-up complete, trim for take off, flaps set, altimeter set, departure radio call complete. Engine to full power, rolling, airspeed alive, rotate, and the earth slips away.

You must know I’m passionate about this flying business, I’ve left the earth a thousand times and never does it go for granted. I’m enchanted every time. It’s awesome really, that human beings can build a special shape and due to the structure being that shape it can leave the planet, in fact be navigated with precision through the atmosphere. It’s magic if you ask me.

The flight goes fine, I’m shocked and awed as usual. I see things I’ve never seen before even though I’ve flown most of this route before maybe many times. Certainly I’m familiar with the key landmarks, Sandy ridge, the Clackamas river, Oregon City and Fairways Airport where that asshole dude lives that gave us a hard time back in the day for making a precautionary landing without permission, Aurora airport, and the twisting Willamette river below. But I always see new details, things I hadn’t picked up before.

Instinctively switching radio frequencies a few miles out and monitoring air traffic at Aurora, making my elegantly worded clearly understandable radio call. Crossing at mid field well above the pattern altitude and continuing on towards MMV which lays across the valley to the west of here. In the meantime switching the communications radio to monitor 122.75 the air to air frequency.

Upon Crossing the Willamette river near the town of St. Paul I changed frequencies again to now monitor MMV traffic. There’s a lot of it today. Planes and helicopters of all sorts. Crossing high above the traffic pattern I’m finally on the west side. Now the adventure of finding my student’s property begins in earnest. He’d shown me a google earth photo of the place a few days before and the photo was from a couple years ago. It didn’t really help. What did help was that he’d said it was a few miles south of MMV and near the main road but on the west side. He also said that there was a landfill not far away and that his field had a porta-potty near the end of it. You’d be amazed at how easy it is to find a particular field among many with those few basic instructions. I found the field and confirmed it was his by spotting his vehicle and later he himself waving from a golf cart.

Here is where things get interesting and the point of writing this story come together.

As I’m circling, well actually not circling but flying a very precise rectangular pattern around the
field, I’m sizing it up. But get this: I’m not sweating it. I’ve got this thing made. I know darn well I can land here. I can land here without showing off, without worrying, without frightening Thomas or myself. I can land here without pushing the airplane too hard. I just know it, all my training and practice have paid off, this is a non event.

Except it isn’t, it’s better. It’s perfect. I notice in that strange otherworldly sort of out of body experience way that everything is perfect. The air is smooth, the light crosswind is
predictable, the airplane is trimmed out and descending in perfectly smooth coordinated turns of my improvised pattern. I love landing on non-airports. I mean heck anyone can land on a five thousand foot paved runway with an engineered glideslope free of obstructions. But this landing on a farm, on a short patch of dirt between fields and orchards, is real pilot shit.

As I’m making my last perfect turn, the base to final turn, lining up over the orchard and sighting my touchdown point beyond, I can see two dimensions at once. In this one, the flesh and blood world we inhabit, I’ve got a student down there standing beside his golf cart happy to see how this landing works out. His hopes and dreams of being able to one day pilot his own airplane from home are unspoken. Yet nevertheless, hanging in the balance.

In the other world, I’m flying home. That’s my ranch, the one I love in Southern Oregon down there. I’m circling my own field to both Land and announce my return home. My wife and daughter are riding beautiful horses down there. They are waving to Daddy and welcoming me home. They are enjoying their lives, their horses and the company of mother and daughter.

But now, they are both smiling and waving to me, those beautiful ladies down there are happy to see me and will no doubt gift me with hugs and kisses once I’m safely on the ground and the propeller has spun its last turn.

Both of those worlds are wonderful, I love being an instructor and love making my students dreams come true. I know this is a perfect landing demonstration and I’ve led by example the correct steps one takes to be a safe and proficient airman. The other one is a little troubling. I have no Wife. I have no Daughter. My beautiful Home in southern Oregon where I intended to live and raise such a family has renters living in it. They have lived there ever since my wife left and I had no need of such a huge place all for one. So now what? Was that a glimpse of a life I lived once before? Or is it a vision of my future? I’m looking my 41st birthday right in the eye and I have no wife and am getting a bit long in the tooth for children. My son Logan who was the best kid ever and my pride and joy is grown and off to college. Fact is, I’m maybe not much good at being a husband.

All in all, today was a blessing. I learned a lot about flying today. Maybe even taught my student a few things.

Still, I’m a little puzzled about the meaning of the girls on the horses.

Return on Investment

Occasionally in life we have a dream or goal and every once in a while we are so moved by it that we dig down deep and find the balls to go after it. Any of you that have gone after such a thing know that to be committed to the mission requires substantial investment of time or money and possibly both. My journey to become a pilot, then a certified flight instructor, and then to follow my heart to create Captain Drake’s Family Aerial Adventures (a flight training resort), has indeed sucked up great deals of time and considerable resources. Frankly, it could not have come as far as it has without the love, help, and support of so many special people in my life.

As we chase our dreams there are myriad twists and turns leading to choices that must be made. One major choice I personally had to make was whether or not to get the additional flight training to qualify for my motor glider CFI certificate in addition to just the airplane CFI certificate. In the end I did choose to invest in that.

Yesterday I was training a student in his own aircraft at my favorite airport in the world (3S4 Illinois Valley). His aircraft is an E-LSA ,tandem seat, long wing Challenger aircraft. Bob (my student’s name) had never flown this airplane, or any other for that matter. He simply decided he wanted to learn to fly, bought the airplane, removed its wings and put it in a trailer to bring it home. Bob is proving to be an exceptional student. He does his homework and is very driven to succeed. I enjoy his attention to detail and his humble approach to his lessons.

Our lesson yesterday was about the third or fourth we’d had together and we are both getting a fair feel for the challenger and her somewhat unique flight characteristics. Bob was getting a handle on straight and level flight, basic turns, climbs, and descents. We had discovered one of Bob’s quirks along the way. Bob does not like to put the nose down. The pitch down attitude bothers him. We’d talked about how, while it is possible to descend an airplane with a nose high pitch attitude, it’s not always the safest technique to use for long descents.

Reminding Bob about maintaining a margin of safety against running headlong into the wing’s critical angle of attack and the ensuing aerodynamic stall thereafter. Once I was reasonably well assured Bob grasped this concept we went up to fly the pattern and work toward making his first landings. Bob was doing a fantastic job and soon was flying the pattern well. He was even making the takeoffs relatively unaided.

As is my usual manner I was sneaking other bits of important information in on him. Hoping he wouldn’t notice and become overworked. One of the biggest things I was imparting on him was the special way I fly airport patterns. I was showing him how to position the aircraft so as to always be within gliding distance should the engine fail. I try to use humor in my lessons. My story goes something like: “ if you go to all the trouble to acquire an airplane, learn to fly it, get a weather briefing, fly it someplace, navigating and burning fuel along the way, it would be bad form to crash not on the runway once you arrive.” I then added “Bob, always enter the pattern and position your airplane at distances and altitudes that would allow you to glide to the runway if you had to declare an emergency and land without the use of your engine.”

One Example I like to use to highlight how not to do things is what you can observe at nearly any airport around the country on a daily basis. A C-172 driver will extend his downwind leg, add flaps to slow the airplane and then add power to unceremoniously drag the poor little airplane back to the runway on final. I tell Bob ,”NO! Come in too high if you have to and then use flaps or slips or dutch rolls or S-turns (or whatever you must) to lose altitude. This way you will have the runway made even if the engine quits.” This is how I do it, and that’s how I teach it.

After just a few patterns Bob was flying the pattern in this fashion and feeling quite in control of the airplane. By this part of the lesson, I was having him descend the airplane to just about thirty feet above the center line and then leveling off and flying down the length of the runway until we reached our pre-selected abort point .Then he was to execute the go-round and climb back to pattern altitude. On one of these passes we had climbed back up and were setting up for our base turn from down wind, Bob was making his base to final radio call and putting in a bit of an aerodynamic slip to lose altitude. JUST THEN, the engine did in fact quit! It had been running perfectly and suddenly there was a deafening silence in our cockpit.

At this point I took over the controls and was flying the airplane from the back seat. Already slipping to lose altitude, we were in a good position to make the runway. It couldn’t have been a more perfect learning moment! I flew the airplane to a nice gentle engine off landing and we rolled to a quiet stop on the center line. I was so excited and happy. I began to laugh while thinking about my mental image of Bob when he looked back at me (from his position in the front cockpit) somewhat frantically waving and pointing to the tachometer while proclaiming “Wolf, you do know the engine is not on right?” Yes Bob, I kind of noticed that (when the formerly screaming two cycle rotax mounted upside down right behind my skull became ruthlessly silent) but thank you for letting me know. I was patting Bob on the shoulder telling him how perfect this was and he asks me “what’s perfect and why are you so happy?” I say to him “Bob, you’ll never ever forget this moment and you’ll always and forever remember what I was teaching you about how to fly the
pattern and never drag the airplane in!” He then laughed and said “Yes! we are safe and sound and my little airplane is not bent up in the least!”

Later we were able to restart the engine and taxi back to the hangar. We inspected the airplane and found nothing wrong with her other than that Bob (A truly gifted and highly skilled mechanic) had recently synchronized the carbs and set the idle RPM a bit on the low side.) We decided that It must have been the combination of the engine being at idle power and the slipping maneuver that could have caused the stoppage by loading up the prop. We also made a pact to label the electric boost pump to be used while flying the pattern. Then we took her up again and executed a box pattern climb to a high altitude and tested the airplane. We never encountered another issue with her (after turning up the idle slightly) and have now built a rather nice checklist noting to engage the booster pump for take-offs and landings.

One funny thing that happened before we went back up was that Bob caught me looking over the airplane very thoroughly and he inquired “Wolf, are you worried about the safety of this airplane now?” I said “no Bob, I’m so not worried about it that I’ve decided to slow down and take a moment to check things over to be certain I’m not missing something.”

Digesting all that I learned on this flight , I’ve decided that the extra money I invested in my motor-glider training was money well spent. This little episode was one hell of a return on investment. My instructor, the legendary Jon Thornburgh, did a hell of a job preparing me to meet these challenges. To be honest, flying that challenger (engine off) was a piece of cake and felt just like (if you take away the European styling and grace, and carbon fiber airframe, and the sick L/D, and the 100Hp 9 series engine with featherable prop) flying the Samba that I’d trained in while in Torrance with Jon.

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