It seemed like an easy flight, ferrying a King Air B200 from Mesa, Ariz. (KIWA), to Scottsdale (KSDL), two airports near Phoenix (KPHX). It was a beautiful VFR day. I’ll fly VFR! With a little work I picked a route that went outside of, and then under, the Phoenix Class B airspace. There were some Class D areas to avoid, too. I programmed some waypoints, double-checked the altitudes, and, in the only good decision of the morning, decided to fly at a much slower airspeed than the airplane’s capabilities and the regulations allowed.
There were airplanes almost everywhere. The places with no airplanes were filled with helicopters, balloons and mountains. I did not have enough eyes. I needed to look outside for traffic. I needed to look at charts inside to make sure I avoided the airspace. I needed to look into my soul to try to understand how I could have made such a poor decision: I should have filed IFR.
