just one suggestion- less write up and more video
keep em coming
LOL! I just don't think it comes out well when I type it out. I'm not articumalated enough I guess. Glad you like the vids guys. It's slice of life you know? Nothing more. But of value to me for what it's worth. I will say this though so since you mentioned it. It had been about a month since I had flown before the Howl. I have been out dirt riding with my son Marciano. So when I did get there, I was feeling apprehention of flying what since my friends around me getting hurt and all. It makes me question lately if I should be doing this. I don't want to be THAT guy plain and simple. And I hadn't had this kind of apprehention since I first started doing my beginning mountain flights. I had to kick that monkey off my back. I knew the risks when I started, and even though my friends were getting hurt or killed, I don't think I would rather have it happen in a car. Not as cool of a way to go anyhow. I have the rest of my life to do this, and if I'm not feeling it to fly, then I'm not. But the Howl was a perfect time and place to kick that monkey off my back. I got up, and climbed over launch, the adjustments I made to my Viper harness worked out perfectly I now have room for met to stretch out completely. I stayed over launch for a short time, tried to go over to where Brian Foster was but being low scratching just below launch makes it hard to 360 in lift. I keep my distance from that hill and will only fly back and forth below launch when I am that close. I quit scratching too much so that I could have enough alt to do my standard aircraft approach. I remember as I was heading in, a group of turkey vultures stared to gather in a low over the l.z. thermal that was wayy light drifting my way. I was so tempted to turn in it but at 500 over the l.z. I thought it wasn't worth the risk of killing the rest of my alt. for a shot of a light thermal to get me back up to the rest of the guys who are barely 200 over launch. I flew right throught them for a brief moment feet away from them passing my wing as I headed for the pattern. I came in with speed but I waited a second too late on my flair and barely got my feet out from under me to land. So here it was the anual Coyote Howl, all my HG buddies were there clapping for me, my woman took some video of my landing and we were headed for a weekend of good times. I flew, my fear was gone, I am the pilot in command, I believe in my abillities,and I flew well, my harness probems worked out, landed o.k. and now am driven to be a good as I can possibly be at HG as per what my friends would have wanted of me to be. This is another step to hang gliding. I believe it is another right of passage, I believe it truely is a journey this sport. In the short time I have been flying, I have experienced soo much. I have gained soo much. I have found some damn good friends in this sport. And without this sport I don't think I would feel as alive as I do now. I just started, and the road is long as a modern day slave, so I catch a thermal every now and then to keep me sane. So now, I can't wait for someone to say to me the thing I used to hear from all my teachers in school when I was a kid. " Hey day dreamer, what's the matter with you?! Got your head in the clouds?!" *Sister Agness*. Now I can truely honestly say; " YUP!"
Always a student.
"The mountain doesn't care what that card in your wallet says." - Bruce Stobbe