Triple the Trouble
All forecasts got it more or less right this time around.
Three frontal systems stacked up one behind the other,
blew the cobwebs out of the Chapman’s Peak site for 3 days in a row.
Unrelenting and at times vicious the slope crew flew themselves to a standstill.
Friday, read public holiday, dawned to the rustle of the palm tree as the storms gathered
on the horizon and Chappies started to light up with moderate, stable and solid lift.
Just a beautiful day had by all who made the trip, between the Black Eagles,
crows and all manner of flying machines. 5 hours later and down the hill we went,
just to repeat the same process on Saturday to strong and gusty conditions
that eventually led to overnight rain. Sunday was a replay once more, however
the lift was just ballistic, smooth and about the best Chappies can get.
Yesterday the mother of all fronts arrived finally and we got as wet as can be,
and this morning there’s nary a fart
So some of us old sods (read Mally, Kev, Noel as prime suspects ,
Ryan, Brendan, Rob, Jeff, Lionel and Grahame as the not so guilty parties
and even Steve made a guest appearance) had at up to
15 hours of slope soaring over the three day period.
Talk about sloped out!
I know your probably getting tired of this view, but were not!
Mally and his friend Karel Kraai do a bit of ridge running together
That’s pretty darn high up there – think the crow was getting a nose bleed.
Saturdays gusty but awesome conditions
Sunday was just insane, ice cold, and huge dynamic lift that had every
plane screaming like a banshee, while we played pass the radio on the Aldij
which resulted in an hour and a half session – awesome!