Of hills and farms
What a long weekend, and how the hell do we end up getting
pumping South Easters at completely the wrong time of the year.
Come Saturday and the South Easter kicked in at about 12 pm.
Marc and myself were the lucky lads that had 45 minutes of airtime
all by ourselves up at Red Hill before the crew arrived and were blessed with 20km winds
that just picked up beautifully through the day. So, from light conditions at the outset,
within the hour we were in the most beautiful lift imaginable.
Later the combat in the stronger conditions was just plain silly and
led to some pretty crazy flying going on amid huge doses of laughter.
Formation flying was practiced, aerobatics practiced and the general slope mantra
of having fun was practiced with plenty off gusto.
Sunday went poop as predicted and most guys spent time on the work bench
scrambling to get gliders ready for the PSS festival, although Jeff and Steve ventured out
in the light SE conditions and apparently had some good light flight conditions
before that went poop as well and Steve had to drive down the hill
and collect his lightweight glider down by the poop farm at the bottom of the hill.
I kid you not!
Monday ran the same theme as the predicted North Wester went nowhere as well
but then Tuesday delivered a perfect public holiday with a great South Easter that
just held at around 30km’s for the day with awesome conditions and as smooth as silk.
Virtually the entire crew gathered once again at Red Hill and enjoyed the splendid conditions
for the whole day.
Where on earth is winter?
and whose the TOSS chap who just invested in a 1,8m one of these for the PSS festival?