Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Mad Dog and Gaza had planned to sail from Kokokahi in the catamaran and then fly Kahana. What a great idea. Better than the Dolomitenmann: the Catamaranmann! The Flymaran! The CatamaFly! But a long doldrums following a big squall shut them down. They finally made landfall at Kualoa's Secret Beach and slaked their thirst with cold beverages. They had invited me to join them for flying, but now it looked like I'd have to fly alone. Like a commando!
I showed up at Kahana to readings of zero -- the same doldrums that were tormenting my sailing buddies. But I had faith that some wind would fill in soon. I hiked to upper north launch and waited for cycles, which showed up just as I was hooking in. Perfect! But I had to scratch like a fiend. The sensor was showing a whopping 3 mph at 45 degrees. Somehow I made that work and got above the ridge, where I caught a snotty leeside rocket up to 1,800 feet to guarantee my bay crossing. I told Mad Dog and Gaza over the phone that I was on my way. Save me a cold one, guys! Or two, or three!
I made a quick crossing to Kualoa, and then blazed wide around Mokolii to snap some pictures from my favorite offshore perspective, before heading down to the beach for my frosty reward. As I approached, I could see my tipsy pals pantomiming wind direction, as well as a pointed suggestion to land next to them in a tiny grassy spot surrounded by trees, near where they had parked the boat. Despite their rosy indications of wind direction parallel to shore, I could tell it was actually decidedly offshore, and coming over a lot of trees. But what the heck - it was only 3 mph, right? I descended through a bit of lumpy turbulence and shot right into that tiny grassy oasis. Whew! Now that was a commando landing.
Thanks to Woody for the ride back. Perfect timing for me to get back and help Dorothy out with dinner preparations. I heard lots of folks flew the late session: Bonnie, Johnimo, Maui Doug, Woody, Steve, HK Hardy and others.
It's great to be back in paradise. Here's to many more hours of perfect tradewind flying this summer. With our loins comfortably girded!
Posted by Alex at 2:42 AM