We got a couple of practice flights in before today and the flying is pretty nice, some kinda cross between Texas and Chelan. Hot, yeah its hot, fucking hot, but there is plenty of beer to rehydrate while sweating in the aluminum RV trailers we are staying in. They call’em “caravans” here instead of trailers, but “Caravan Trash” just doesn’t have the same ring to it. Last night the town threw a huge party and parade complete with an airshow where an F-15 showed up for the finish. Absolutely an unbelieveable amount of power in those jets making me question the point of paragliders at all. I shook off the thought and reconvinced myself that my glider was indeed fast…. It was a great welcome by this small town, I think everyone was in the streets for the parade.

Today started a little slow with some high clouds slowing down the heating and the cumi development. The wind dummies were parked in the wind and weak lift. This changed quickly and the sky exploded while the task was set and the launch sequence it motion. The vertical development quickly reached the point of concern and they canned the task and canceled the day. No free flying, no waiting around, no nothin’. It was a perfect as far as I was concerned. I kept yelling at Josh that he was driving on the wrong side of the road from the wrong side of the car on the trip back to town, he told me “no worries” but it still just ain’t right.

The weather looks similar for tomorrow but maybe we can squeeze in an early task.

Later,

Bill