True to form, slope soaring, as any other hobby/sport
that relies on mother nature, can sometimes turn the tables
on all the predictions we hope to throw at it via Windfinder and other forecast sites.
In the end it was SAWIS that git this one right.
Saturday was supposed to be a flatliner but a quick look out of the window
saw a small frontal system pushing through the Hout Bay side.
Marc was off to smack golf balls in frustration when a call signaled a chase up Chappies.
A little weak at the start, the wind slowly built and by the time Brendan and Marc
arrived it was blowing through much better and a great session
of slope aerobatics practice ensued.
After a good hour and a half of practice things backed off again a touch
and so we took to BEE wings, combat and vertical height tests.
Quite honestly we flew bee wings till they were the size of ants in the sky,
and now await the arrival of some altimeters so we can figure out just how vertically high we were.
Definitely higher than we have ever flown before…
so we need some form of confirmation of just how high that was.
Sunday on the other hand was predicted for very little wind and did just that.
So after canceling the aerobatics league do to failure of wind to arrive
we headed for a hot coffee and breakfast and then a day up on the Sandy Bay slope,
which was most likely to make the most out of softish conditions.
With a change in direction likely we took a good long walk all along the slope at Sandy Bay,
but eventually ended up on a slope we have not utilised before.
Due to the wind direction being somewhat westerly we ended up above
the right hand side of the sand dune and duly put the two “chuckies” through their paces.
Man was that fun!. With the lift changing on a constant basis, mind numbing concentration
was required to avoid the pitsfalls in lift, look for new lift and even fly across the dune
to the north west slope as things changed constantly.
More than once we found ourselves doing hectic saves one foot off the sand dune below
in the nerving scratch to find that elusive lift….
and on more than one occasion we had to land out and fetch and start all over again.
Between Marc, Jeff, Brendan, Steve and myself, changing pilots on a rotation basis,
we had both chuckies up for an hour and a half at least.
Make note: Great fun, gotta do it again.