It was a Bay Area tour today...
With his engine light on, JT showed up at my door step asking for a ride to wherever it was flyable. So, we loaded up and headed to Mission to hook up with the Canuck. It was over the back at Mission, so we all headed to Ed Levin where the ceiling was 200 to 300 below launch.
Undeterred, we drove over 17 to Waddell...we must fly somewhere today!
As we headed up Hwy 1 and got nearer the Bluff, we noticed white caps sprinkled out over a very northy wind streaked ocean.
Undeterred (again), we set up our gliders...Dave Simms showed up soon after. JT was itching to have a go at the air, whatever it was today. Confidently, he hurled the mighty Ram Air off and appeared to be doing well. After a few passes, he yelled down, "It's holey!"...or something like that. I wish JT would get an open-face helmet so I could hear what he is saying when he yells down to us at Waddell. JT then ventured into no-mans land toward the highway and was immediately served to the beach.
I drove down to retrieve my fearless friend and we headed back up to launch.
Dave was all suited up and ready to go, and so he did. He had similar luck as JT and was on the beach after about 8 minutes. Invigorated by the two flights I'd just witnessed, I had to get out and try me some of that sweet Waddell air, and so I did. 8 minutes later, I was on the beach.
3 flights at Waddell...beer after...good time.
Wish you were there...