"The night was dark, the sky was blue;
Around the corner, the shit wagon flew" Who else remembers the rest of this childhood ditty?
It was DARK indeed by the time Aron, JK, & BV departed the LZ at 9:15. When retrieving vehicles, the lights and sounds from a Tags concert were observed, which some visiting pilots attended. It was too strong for them earlier, but yet another fantastic day for the sailplanes.
When we arrived, it was due west- high teens, gusts low 20s, and becoming predominantly BLUE. Jim F wisely cut his losses, sensing it wouldnt be PGable until sunset. Hot dry hang waiting ensued, reminiscent of a few days before. Thinking I was perhaps waiting too long again, I went to the slot in a lull, but "pulled out" sensing too much SHIT potential and the LZ was worrisome. Aron later did the same. Funny how you interpret things different in the window once you have a glider on your shoulders.
Then, in short order, the west cross became a somewhat north cross.
Once the high wind take off guy, I was glad when Aron led the way showing it was A ok. I was next and
JK managed self launching a bit later. He got something like a half hour/400', and Aron and I each got an hour, with 1000' and 1300'. I was golden on top of the ridge wave pretty much the whole flight.
Nice evening landing conditions flowed down the keyway through the intimidating corn. JK had a neat approach. As with wonderwinds, there is an 88% chance of a video coming soon 😀 The sun was setting as we began pulling battons and telling out tales.
Thank you Aron for twisting our arms!