Our Trip To Nashville: Part Two – Plan B

I alway figured that if I flew with someone in the Cessna on a trip, I’d be flying the return trip with them as well. This would not be the case with Pam and me on this Nashville trip.

Pam and I had flown to Nashville on Wednesday, July 27, 2011, in a pretty much uneventful flight. We enjoyed a couple of days in Nashville and attended our business meetings. We were set to depart on Saturday, July 30th, but an early morning storm system stretching from Nashville to Chattanooga would delay our flight.

We arrived at John C. Tune Airport (KJWN) on the northwest side of Nashville at around 9:30 a.m. on Saturday. It had been raining hard this morning and there were some gloomly looking low, misty clouds coming and going, so we waited for all of it to cook off, hopefully, later in the morning. They had pulled the Cessna to the flight line from the tie down area, so I loaded her up and preflighted. Eleven o’clock came and it looked like we might be able to depart soon. But that storm system was hanging around and blocked our path home.

I had been watching the weather on my iPad with Foreflight and saw the heat of the day start its magic. The clouds had cooked off around the airport, but storms were popping up all around and to the south. That ugly system moved east of Nashville but still stretched south below Chattanooga – the direction we were headed. More build ups in northern Georgia and Alabama as time went on. I had considered flying us southwest into northern Alabama then head southeast to avoid the cells and then due east below Atlanta straight to Columbia. There was a wide slot between storms and cells that stretched from the Nashville area south to the Georgia/Alabama border that we might could travel through, but I was concerned about the weather closing in behind us or closing the slot somewhere in front of us. There were cells popping up everywhere.

We decided to venture out and see if we could get home. As we sat on the flightline with engine running, the XM weather signal finally showing on the Garmin GPS 496, I took one more look at the Nexrad images on the GPS, looked over at Pam, and said that I didn’t think we should depart. So, Pam agreed, and we shut down, rented a car and drove the 455 miles back home to Columbia. It wasn’t an unpleasant drive, but almost eight hours. We had planned from the beginning to rent a car and drive home if the weather was iffy, so plan B it was.

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