Full on Mistral, so not much to report for these days.
Tuesday, after seeing a hang glider actually park itself above launch, the day was decided to be more or less a wash.
Wednesday, a midday lull allowed for folk to try their hand at nil wind launches from St.Vincent. The alpine and tow trained folk were all gung ho while the coastal soarers showed some understandable apprehension.
Afterwards we thought ourselves gifted by the gods to happen upon a magical tree bearing a PG harness as fruit, but subsequently realized it was in fact a carnivorous flora with a taste for PG pilots. Pilot was fine and extracted quickly.
Tuesday, after seeing a hang glider actually park itself above launch, the day was decided to be more or less a wash.
Wednesday, a midday lull allowed for folk to try their hand at nil wind launches from St.Vincent. The alpine and tow trained folk were all gung ho while the coastal soarers showed some understandable apprehension.
Not a lot of room after laying out.
Abort and become a hood ornament.
Afterwards we thought ourselves gifted by the gods to happen upon a magical tree bearing a PG harness as fruit, but subsequently realized it was in fact a carnivorous flora with a taste for PG pilots. Pilot was fine and extracted quickly.
The carnivorous beast doesn't want to give up the pilot.
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