A fun group showed up to soak-in the last days of summer. The early birds had satisfying flights but the later group was having trouble staying airborne in spite of the great looking sky.
I followed Rhett in the green tug down the runway and into the air.
I soaked in the green all around me knowing that in a month it would red and yellow; and after that brown, grey, and then white.
I enjoy the tow behind Rhett and this was no exception. We climbed under a welcoming sky with the Quabbin Reservoir as the backdrop.
It was soon time to release and find my own climb.
Thanks to the tall tow, I was circling in spotty lift soon after. I jumped from cloud to cloud like a kid skipping through puddles.
It was all so easy until it wasn't. I missed a couple climbs and then had to make a long glide back to the field. I arrived as Rhett was bringing another pilot to the playground.
I dabbled around in broken lift but eventually wandered back to the field for the expected landing.
Luckily, I stumbled into a climb right over the runway and slowly climbed and drifted away to the southwest.
The thermal faded before I reached base. I flew around the field looking for my next salvation but either it wasn't there or it was hiding quite well.
Rhett waited, ready to go, while I flew in over him to land mid-field. I quickly jogged off the field and they took as I walked back to the staging area.
Summer is too short in these parts and I was glad to squeeze in another day before the stable cool air of autumn rolled in.
Flights: 1, Duration: 1:11
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