Heritage day and the rest of the weekend
What a lucky bunch of chaps out on the slope this weekend.
Friday was Heritage day, or heretic day depending on which one you prefer,
and the lads took to the slope and Red Hill produced some magic, by all accounts,
with a brilliant show of summertime sunshine, with medium and cool lift.
By the evening, most were showing the signs of sunburn with raccoon style sunglass tans…
pointing to the need to once again apply sunblock in copious amounts
after a long winter of ignoring the greasy stuff.
Saturday delivered a good old thumping South Easter and St. James
was the place of choice with a loverly moderate day for that site that
added plenty of lift and all the glassies had a ball along with
the foamie combat ship and the undefeated BEE wings.
Steve, Damian, Marc, Bill, Malcolm and myself made the trek up the hill
and it’s amazing just how fast you can walk/run 1.7 km’s just to get to the slope
as quickly as possible. Heavy breathing was the order of the day for all the wrong reasons.
Steve flew his new Kulbutin glider and the thing tracks like a train,
knife-edges like a flying fish, and promises to be a great addition to the aerobatics league.
Marc and Malcolm flew their Aldij’s and Damian, Bill and myself tossed around the foamies.
Sunday dawned clear, but in a matter of 3 hours a North Wester built up
and blew in a storm. After the first bout of rain we ran for Kommetjie,
convinced the wind would switch during the course of the day.
Strange place this little Peninsula, from a howling South Easter
on Saturday to a 360 degree switch to a thumping cold front on Sunday.
All this in 24 hours. Keeps you on your toes this place.
In the end the rain set in and Bill, Steve, Damian and myself sat out the rain
in the bakkie and had a good old chat about this and that, before deciding a hot coffee
and a plate of chips was the order of the day, and ran for Fisherman’s
where we whiled away an hour or so.
Eventually the rain abated and we were greeted by an ice cold Westerly
to South Westerly off the Kommetjie slope and the games began.
The usual suspects took to the air and the BEE combat was furious, the foamies fast,
and the Kulbutin cruised past as it does. In the end it was well worth the wait,
as the lift was dynamic and even bordered on the hectic towards the end of the day.
A bunch of happy slopers once more padded home with a wee grin on the dial…
too much fun lads, too much fun!