Walk down the slope smiling, get in the car smiling, get home smiling...
Following hot on the heels of the return of the South Easter
we were given a good old thrashing this weekend
as the summer wind climaxed in fantastic fashion on Saturday.
As predicted the wind held the entire week and as I speak
looks settled to hold for the next 2 days at least and so
has managed to mangle the peninsula for the predicted 10 day run
before dying down a wee bit before the weekend.
Saturday delivered the predicted 70 odd kilometers of wind
and a bunch on nutter slopers were seen marching their
way up to the St.James site to face the raw wrath of this awesome wind.
In the early session Steve had the kulbutun out in the blue yonder,
but conditions were just so bumpy that there was hardly a reality of
being able to practice any aerobatics seriously, and one ended up rather with an
untidy squiggle across the sky. As for the landing zone, one considered
yourself lucky to be able to put anything down with any certainty
and walk away smiling.
So away with the glassies and out with the indespensible
foamies and into combat we went. In five years of sloping I have never see the BEE’s
go as ballistic as they did on Saturday. The speed was just something to behold
as the energetic/mad/insane lift drove them throught the sky at mach plenty.
The sheer mental work of keeping up with the combat left ones
brains fried in a short space of time and by far the most ground bound planes
were there as a result of brain farts, as opposed to combat hits.
Some foam warbirds were also given a taste of the extreme
and were soon zooming to stupid heights on the back
of an ever increasing pendulum and stallturns. Man what a whole bunch of fun!
Walk down the slope smiling, get in the car smiling, get home smiling and
pass out on the couch smiling from exhaustion. Good days sloping that was.
Sunday prommised much of the same and yet failed to deliver at St.James.
The wind had backed off a fraction and we ran for St.James with the hope
of more of the same… just a little less.
And so it started out ,with some nice aerobatics going on,
but it was not long before the heat built and the lift killing heat dome
built off the slope and the glassies were running for the landing zone
with a one-off landing on offer.
Luckily no injuries were incurred and everybody got down safetly.
And so with experience of this phenomenon, we decided to run for
Red Hill before the day got too late and we would have wasted
too much time hoping for conditions to improve at St.James.
And boy did Red Hill deliver. While St.James suffered under oppressive heat,
Red Hill did nothing of the sort and the South Easter simply caned through the slope.
So there we were, rock and a hard place. Solution.
Throw out the plastic and beat the daylights out of each other while
leaning forward into the gale to steady ones self.
Sand in eyes and teeth an optional extra depending just how much you laughed,
grinned and had tears in your eyes. Foamies just have to be the most bounce per ounce fun
available to one, and both the BEE’s and the Foamie warbirds proved indispensable this weekend.
Man what a whole bunch of fun!
Walk up the slope smiling, get in the car smiling, get home smiling and
pass out on the couch smiling from exhaustion. More of the same please!
So guys and girls(if there are any girls reading this blog), this is the last post of the year from my side.
Going to run away for a while and get back online in mid January.
All the very best to you all and your families and the windiest wishes for a grand festive season
and some awesome slope soaring. Play nicely!