Sunday: a day with the family. NOT, I said. "But it's not looking that good, so I may be home by 1pm". WRONG!! My first flight got hexed by a squall, and good judgment sent me and Steve (a Woody student) to the beach. Stalker managed to see it dissolving and stayed up for what must have been at least a 2 our flight.
I packed and headed back up the hill but it seemed the wind was weakening. So I grabbed the XC Bag. I had an interesting launch with my radio antennae poking me in the eye, I yanked the braked and was aloft. I had to fly with only 'One-Eye'. The tears subsided and after several attempts to cross the bay I made it, with very little Crouching Lion Grovel. No one even knew I made it over, almost like when Alex does it, no one cares its just the norm.
I had been flying for 4 hours, ate one granola bar out of my deck, no water. "Joey, I am coming back over there, no lift here and I am freaking hungry." I traversed the valley to join Joey at Kaaawa, we got a little picture session in and then I just had to land.
There were pilots tearing it up today, Drew flying multiple flights, Steve (Woody prodigy), Woody with Brice (another new prodigy). Divot, Stalker (leading the day). Sidehill, Joey and visitor Aiken. Duck of course was jet lagged but had to come by to say, "Hi".
I don't want to jinx it, but, "It's Time to Fly, Get Your Gear and Go!" If you need an excuse, just say, "It's Duck's fault". Worked for me.
PS To Alex: the only reason we were allowed to get across is because the mountains on that side were lonely and allowed it, they said they miss your daily visits.
1 comment:
Nice one. I was definitely with you in spirit! I love that pic from offshore of Mokolii and the Kualoa fishpond.
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