Yesterday I had a good flight with several low saves. Nonetheless, given my skill-level (below average in this realm), the speed I fly (not fast enough in this realm), and the performance of my serial class glider (low in this realm) I only made it part way around the course before the sky turned blue and the lift peetered out. The lead gaggle was about 10-15 km ahead of me when I landed, with another 15-20km to Goal. Someone I landed with claimed it was impossible for anyone to make Goal this day, as the lift had shut down, so we made a bet for a cold brew. Didn’t he know about the power of the gaggle? With the best pilots in the world flying together, often the impossible becomes possible. It was late in the day, cumulus had dried up, the sky was blue and the sun was setting… yet when a gaggle of 60 top pilots comes drifting through, no lift goes unfound or unused, no matter how small. Ultimately more than 70 pilots made it to within a couple of km of Goal (including Len at 800 meters)… and the virtual goal that was half way up the mountain was reached by 20 (including Eric in 7th). So as I sipped my hardwon cold beer at the LZ, I mulled over again how a gaggle of good pilots can make the impossible in flying quite possible.