Let me
elaborate on this a little more. I have been trying to write this
for a few weeks but keep putting it of because I am not sure what to
write.
About a
month ago, I landed at Bald Butte. I came in high over the LZ so did "S"
turns over the most Northern edge of the peach trees. When we had launched
the wind was west to northwest, now it was very north. I was about 30'
above the ground heading east expecting that I could turn north west at the east
end of the LZ and land safely. I knew there would be turbulence from the
range station building.
Suddenly
I got a very strong gust of wind from the west (behind me). I
leaned left, pulled a little on my left brake and started to turn.
Just as I moved in front of the last row of peach trees, I was hit by another
gust from the north and actually moved backwards. I went hands up and was
expecting my wing to dive forward but it didn't, I just dropped straight
down. The rear of my harness hit the branches of he tree behind me as I
fell. The branches actually pushed me forward a little as I
dropped. I hit the ground fairly hard, but also I landed on
something on the ground which twisted my foot to the inside. I heard
a snap, it wasn't a branch, it was something in my leg.
I fell
to the ground, couldn't get up, and lost control of my wing. It pulled back, the
lines raked through the first tree, then between two trees, the, the
wing blew into one of the trees in the second row. After writhing around
in pain on the ground for a while, I took off my harness and hobbled to my
feet. I applied pressure up and down my leg and it didn't feel like
anything was broken but I was in a lot of pain so assumed I had either snapped a
muscle or a tendon.
I
hobbled over the the parking lot waiting for some of my fellow paragliders to
come and help me get the wing down. There was no way I could do it myself
with my leg in this condition. A woman on a quad drove past on the end of
the field. Assuming she was the owner and wanting to make sure any damage
I did was paid for, I tried to flag her down. She didn't see
me.
A few minutes later the
farmers showed up, father and son, in two pickups. The son seemed
annoyed, the father furious. I apologized, told them about our insurance,
told them I personally would pay for the damage so that they didn't have to wait
for the insurance company, but nothing I said seemed to appease
them. I was in a lot of pain and not thinking very well, so my
conversation was desperate at best. Fortunately Dave showed up and started
talking to them. They got us some irrigation poles and angrily
helped us get the wing out of the tree.
Once the wing was out of
the tree, we had knocked a lot of pears down. I asked how much they felt
the damage was so that I could mail them the money. I handed them my card
so they knew who I was. This still didnt seem to help, they were
still very angry. They refused money and just said to make sure no
one in the club hit their trees again. I am not sure how to do
that.
They
left.
I folded up my wing and
started packing up. A few minutes later the son came back and now he
seemed much more angry than he was before. He said he had thought about it
and I had done damage to his fruit, his tree and wasted his time. He said
that there was a fruit stand down the road, run by his wife, and I should go
there and buy some stuff and "do what I thought was right".
I hobbled around and tried
to count the pears on the ground. It seemed like 100-120 so I estimated
150 to be sure. But I don't know the price of pears.
Dave and I drove there and
I hobbled in, with Dave. Between us we only had about $80 in cash, I didnt
think that was enough. I talked to his wife, explained what I had done,
told her it was about 150 pears, asked if $200 was enough while I handed her my
credit card. She was very nice and said she wouldn't take $200 for
some pears. I tried and tried but she wouldn't take the money.
Finally she gave me the Fathers business card with mailing address so I took it
home and send him a check and a letter.
I told him that paragliders
were good people, explained a lot of the charity things we have done, and the
assistance we had given farmers that let us use their land, like digging mud
buried fences and planting trees. I explained that some of the people in
our club live in his community and I imagine that many of us buy his
fruit. I told him we were honest people and tried to make sure we never
cost a farmer a penny due to our sport. I explained that in all sports,
sometimes accidents happen, but we carried insurance to make sure that if we
damaged anyone's property, we would pay for it.
He called me back a few
days later. He explained that to him, these trees were like an
heirloom. This farm was given to him by his father and he would be passing
it on to his children. The trees take 7 years to grow before they start
bearing fruit, then they bear fruit for about 7 years. I hit his tree
during that 7 year period. He said he felt like I had broken into his
house and destroyed a valuable heirloom.
He asked me if there was
some way that we could make sure that no one would touch his trees again.
He asked that maybe we could put a sign in cement on launch to remind all the
pilots not to even come close to his peach trees.
It would be good if we
could put some notice on the website, in big red writing or something.
Unfortunately that is a very tight LZ, but we just need to make sure that we do
our "S" turns north of the trees, even if it leaves us a bit short on landing
area. I don't know if we can put a sign on the top of the hill, I don't
know whose land that is.
He said that he owned some
land behind the fruit stand and we were welcome to land there, but he was not
sure about how we could navigate the power lines. I looked at Google and
it doesn't look like a promising solution.
Patrick Johansen