Trans Peninsula touring around the hills and dales
Trying to bring it all into line after a weekend of somewhat general peninsula meandering while chasing the wind gods through valley and peak.Noticeably Saturday looked light all along but wind did show up,
however it was west at Signals, North West at Chappies and all over the place
at any other place you chose to look.
So after driving to Chappies, then to the other side hoping
in vain for a South Wester we went right around the peninsula
and back to Signal Hill and had a good afternoon in a West South West
breeze that was amazingly strong at 30km/h compared to
the sparrows fats that reigned over the rest of the peninsula.
Bobby, Jacque and a few good Tossers had a ball of a time in the combat zone.
Sunday promised so much more and delivered so much less.
The promised South Easter was indeed there in the early morning session
but just as the lads started to arrive it slowly abated and started
a southerly switch. That saw the Swallows come out to play in the light lift
and suddenly the pit area was full of these small winged bullets
diving through between people. I swear I saw one get lift off
Bill’s head as it went bailing over the top of his cap.
The four of us took out the cameras and spent a good half hour
trying to trap these moving targets with a camera,
but man do they move and jink all over the place.
Bit like trying to herd cats…
Then off to Kommetjie we went, meeting Christo and Tim in the car park
and so Jeff, Mally, Steve, Bill, Christo, Tim and myself formed
a long train going out. Kommetjie proved to be too southerly so we
headed for the Chapmans Peak southerly site.
This proved to be too easterly and so we had a bit of
bump and grin for most of the afternoon as the site tried
like hell to get going, but remained an on/off affair.
This drop out Caught Jeff red-handed with the Aldij
in the air and he was forced to do a Beach landing.
Once he was at the bottom we threw out the Bee wings
and attempted land as close as we could to him and
Bill on the beach with amazing success with not one
of the 3 bee’s further that 5 foot away.
They then ran back up the hill and we called it a
complete day before Jeff could collapse from the exertion.
In the end it was a large a mount of fun, but Autumn
is a little early this year it appears and we are likely to
be in for more of this before winter finds her teeth and the
howling North West Chappies days are on us again.
Could be worse places on the planet to slope soar
Tim and Jaque at the foot of the table
Jaque pointing out the finer details, like…this is the wing….
Spot the swallow just above the shrubbery
Jeff’s van with 3 Aldij’s packed tight between the venue changes
When you suddenly discover the reverse camera on your phone …duh
Chapmans South/South west slope makes for pretty pictures
Steve down in the landing zone
The grassy knoll just left of the beach is where the spot landing took place
amid much mirth. BEE wings get terribly small at such a long distance