Veni, vidi, subsidi

I came, I saw, I sank

Not much to say.  On Saturday August 21 John B and Randy talked me into going to Mount Greylock to repeat their previous good flight there.   I knew the chances of soaring, let alone going XC, were slim but the optimist inside had the final word.  We were not alone on the mountain though as a dozen desperate paraglider pilots also showed up and even soared while we rigged.  However, they were all on the ground when I got to launch.

The wind was lightly blowing 90 degree cross from the south (right) and sometimes from behind.  I picked a calm cycle, ran, and barely cleared the brush on my way out.  The wind, now blowing over the back, unceremoniously flushed me to the bail-out LZ below.  Randy followed a bit later with similar results.  John de-rigged and drove the car down.

At least Randy and I enjoyed ice cream while waiting for John.

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