Funny weekend that one
Roll-out of bed on Saturday morning and intercept a phone call from
Bill and Peter telling me the southern peninsula was blessed with a nice South Easter.
Red Hill should be cooking. Best get out there soon.
But the Cape is never what it seems and each nook and cranny delivers a differing story.
So sitting up at Red Hill in Zero wind conditions and watching an approaching frontal system
kick the life out of the South Easter, Bill and myself stared gloomily at the horizon.
What to do with a glorious but windless day?.
The mercury was peaking at about 30 degrees, so it was not exactly cool either.
So we went hiking.
For those who have stood at the Red Hill site and looked over your shoulder,
you would have seen what looks like old forts on the hill top at the back.
So off we went for a little walkie, uphill…
right up to the forts.
As we got there Bill unfolded the amazing story behind them. Apparently built
when the marines were based as Simonstown in the 70’s and were tasked with carrying all the rocks,
cement and water to the top and building these miniature medieval styled forts.
There are 3 in total on top of the highest rocks in the area.
Bugger me is about the best summary of that physically draining feat.
Those guys sure must have been fit.
The view is spectacular, and uninterrupted and well worth the wee walk
when your hanging around waiting for wind.
In the end we also did a wee bit of 4×4 driving up the back of the hill and had a good giggle,
followed by a round of beers at Dixies. Not a bad day after all.
And so we moved on to Sunday…based on Saturdays performance we ere not too sure what was going to happen…
So as the Front had now made land fall and a North Wester now gathered strength we made a dash for Chapmans peak
Still seriously hot form the day before and with the wing slightly off line,
the conditions were somewhat miserable. So a change of tack was required.
Because Cape Town has so many hills there is always the possibility of finding a more exposed area
and the Sandy Bay slope proved to be that place. A fresh WNW wind, although still a bit weak in the lift department,
caressed the slope and those who made the journey across the bay were rewarded with one hell of a fun day.
A new sport was born – Trail Gliding. Brendan started the lark, and soon 4 of us flew
and walked our planes for a good kilometer and a half up… and then down the trail
to test out the lift conditions on each part of the lengthy slope bowl.
Now you can get fit, and fly a glider at the same time!
Notably, one could realistically walk/fly/hike from Llandudno all the way across Klien Leeuwkoppie, to Sandy bay
and eventually to the Sentinel at the far end on good North Wester, without landing once, while hiking a mountain trail!
Possibly 8km’s of flying…. Who’s up for it?
Combat was furious as usual, the glass ships screamed around in the ever
improving conditions and in the end 5 happy, smiling and relaxed individuals left the slope at the end of the day.
Too much laughter had by all!
All in all, a possibly awful day turned out to be a peach of a day, and brilliant fun all round.