Chilly willy on the hill
Slap bang in the middle of winter we get a good
old hammering by the summer south easterly winds. Go figure.
Saturday saw by all accounts a successful build clinic at Jeff’s house
while a black South Easter thundered around outside.
Sunday, slope starved individuals made a run for St.James
and in the morning session had classic lift while basking
in a wee bit of sunlight. but as the day progressed
and the sun shifted behind the mountain, and the hill side
suddenly got a whole bunch of attitude.
Dane, Christo, Steve, Marc and myself ran up the hill
to get some air in the hair, along with a visitor from Wellington.
As the afternoon lengthened we tested the wind meters and f
ound the air temperature to be a chilly 13 degrees,
but the real shocker was the wind chill factor of 8 degrees.
No wonder our nether regions were frozen stiff as it were,
even wrapped up like mummies, we started to shake, rattle and roll,
and before long we decided that enough was enough and ran for cover.
But darn was it good to get some airtime after what has been a
pretty darn bad winter season so far for slope soaring.