At 3:00 John was already up and climbing to the North.
I unloaded and watched the wind shift through 290 degree arc. It was a cold wind with lots of moisture (well …lots for this country) and for some reason I didn’t feel like flying. I watched and waited for 45 minutes and it was cycling South East to North and North West about every 20 minutes. I almost pulled the trike back down but once I decided not to fly my head wasn’t in it.
As the sun dropped to the foothills it calmed down for about 5 minutes and John Sieb came into sight, high following Roxbourough Rd. He said, “it wasn’t too bad”, but then he told about getting tossed and a partial collapse with serious altitude penalty. John always has had a better bump tolerance than I so I felt good about sitting this afternoon out. He had a good flight and I was glad for him…
We chatted a bit about wings and the Salton Sea Fly In When the cold started to get to me I headed home.
Powered Paragliding. A most Personal form of Flight 