Flew out to a nearby airport, did two landings there, and came back to ORK.
Once we were on the ground, he stepped out of the airplane, signed me
off, and gave me
the lighter-airplane speech, then I was off.
Yep, took off like she was allergic to asphalt, and I floated it just a touch on the
first landing. Still was able to turn off midfield, though.
Second landing was a great approach, but I didn't quite flare as much as I should have.
Still a good landing, according to my CFI.
Third landing, I had it nailed. The air started getting a bit bumpy, enough for him to
notice from the ground, but he thought I did a fine job of riding it out and I made
a textbook landing.
Funny thing, I thought I'd be a bundle of nerves alone in the plane, but I was just
fine.
As I pulled off the runway for the last time, Mike told me I could either go back out
and fly some more, or park it. I think I'd already mentally ended the flight, and
I came off the flight high a bit jittery, so I brought her in.
A few pictures and scissor-strokes later, and I was leaving the FBO with a silly smile
on my face and a draft on my back.