The weather and travel have prevented any flights but I found this on an old SD Card and cobbled together a little video. It’s not my best but there are a few nice frames.
The link below is from my flight in Katy Texas on Oct 3, 2017
I suppose a wind front could have come through and blown me out of the safe zone but the clouds were offshore and either moving away or stationary and the skies were clear back to weather, it was an acceptable risk.
As expected, I wasn’t able to fly the beach because of rotor caused by the wind coming across the island. When I dropped down to 50 ft it was starting to get bumpy and at 30 ft, I called it quits. Someday, I will get down in the sand, but not today, on a lee shore. I did pop up and check out the windward side but it was too thick with houses and palms with no place to land.
I packed the truck with everything except the perishables on Monday. Tuesday was easy, Dawn and I loaded the coolers and were on our way by noon. We took old Highway 6 instead of I-70 to enjoy the fall colors and avoid the heavy traffic leaving Denver and arrived in Glenwood Springs around twilight. It was abnormally quiet, there was very little traffic and hardly anyone on the streets. I thought that there might be a big event that had emptied the town, but it turned out that it was just the slack time between summer tourist season and hunting season.
Slack is good because I had no trouble finding a parking place right in front of The Historic Colorado Hotel and they kindly gave us a room overlooking the truck. Perfect because I had the paramotor locked but it wouldn’t be hard for someone to help themselves to our gear.
The Colorado is a special place with memories going back 4 generations. I remember photos of my great grandfather standing outside in the garden with my then, teenage grandfather, on one of their piano business trips. The hotel has seen good times and bad. At the turn of the Century it was the choice of wealthy Europeans who would take the train up from Denver to soak in the hot springs and enjoy the clear dry air. It was the favorite of presidents Teddy Roosevelt and William Taft and for awhile became known as the White House of the West. During WWII it was commissioned by the United States Navy as a convalescent home and served over 6500 patients.
Not wanting to leave the dog alone we decided to order room service and hope for the best. Wow! It was the same meal we would have had in the main dining room, beautiful presentation and excellent food. The new owners are working hard to bring the old place back to it’s glory and I wish them success, because the Hotel Colorado deserves to be preserved for future generations.
The next morning we bathed in the famous Glennwood Hot Springs. Usually there are crowds of laughing children but in October the hot springs are populated mostly by visiting octogenarians, many from Europe. I’m approaching 60 and changing into my swimming suit, I felt like the young buck hanging out with the grown-ups.
After a good hot soak we went for breakfast at a favorite hangout, the 19th St Diner. In the 80’s when I was selling bicycle parts it was a great place to have breakfast with friends before heading up to Aspen or sometimes I just stopped to load up on caffeine before the long drive to Salt Lake City.
After breakfast, we took the dog for a walk and loaded up for the long haul to Monument Valley. The weather was beautiful but predicted to turn bad and… right on schedule, it started to blow. By the time we hit Moab, dark clouds were developing, the barometer was dropping and the wind was gusting past 30 mph. Hoping to keep the gear dry, I powered on and we arrived at Gouldings Trading Post at 9:00 pm. I hurried to unload the truck and just missed getting drenched.
Thursday it was cold and rainy. Dawn lounged in the condo while I made the rounds and checked with the campground, restaurant and lodge making sure everybody was ready for us. The big disappointment of the day was that the restaurant had double booked our banquet with a wedding. There was nothing to do, there were no other restaurants within 20 miles so the plan was changed to have a pot luck up at the campground.
Late in the afternoon, we were treated to a tremendous hail storm. It came down hard and heavy for about 20 minutes and for about the same time afterward the mesas were coated with a sheen of ice. I was on the IPad checking the weather forecast every 20 minutes. The low pressure cold front was suppose to pass through that evening, with high pressure and light breezes for the next 5 days. I hoped so, because looking across the flats at Sentinel Mesa all I could see was a huge ice covered rock. The last 5 years had been lucky, occasionally the wind came up and spoiled a session, but for the most part, every gathering had been warm and flyable.
|Rain and Hail the day before The Gathering|
This year the, “Officers Quarters” were in a different condo. It wasn’t as easy to see from the road so I put out the wind sock out at the turn off and by 6:30 guys started showing up for the Kick-off spaghetti dinner. Dawn was great, she made 8 batches of Pasta and sauce and served it up cheerfully as the different groups arrived. First came the Salt Lake contingent with Russ Bateman and his family, then Paul Anthem showed up with the Indy Airhogs followed by Bob Hannah and the Seattle gang. About 8 o’clock Jeff Goin showed up to claim his room and Chad and Lee Anne arrived in time for a special plate of gluten Free pasta. By 9 the place was full of pilots swapping stories and sharing food and drink. We broke up at 11:00 to prepare for the next morning flights.
|Kick off Dinner|
Friday….Beautiful morning. A bit chilly….
The briefing was well attended and the message was short. Respect the Terran … Respect the Residents … Use your head and know where the wind is coming from.
Once again Dawn was a trooper overseeing omelets in a bag. We went through 90 eggs and thanks to Donna at the restaurant, buckets of coffee, while the guys flew and wandered up and down the flight line. The Moment was saved by Byron who flew his quad copter all over the flight line.
About 10 o’clock, Scott Laws, the new manager of Gouldings came down to welcome us. He started at Gouldings shortly after last years event and has done a great job upgrading the property, they have remodeled the lodge and shops and upgraded the campground. The whole attitude of the place has improved along with the accommodations. This year we were welcomed rather than tolerated and it made a huge difference.
When it was time to fly the wind was nil from the South. I set up at the very top of the runway and did a down wind launch taking advantage of the smooth asphalt and the downhill grade. It was smooth but chilly. It felt good to be heading east across the flats. I stayed up for about 40 minutes and only landed to visit with my friends. Later that morning, Tom Spears, an instructor from from Glenwood Springs, took me up in his delta wst. It was a little bumpy and without a flight suit, damn cold but it was a great flight and I enjoyed every minute. Thanks Tom!
|The View Hotel at Navajo Tribal Park|
That afternoon while Dawn was sleeping, Jeff and I hung in the officers quarters and chatted about the USPPA, Obama Care and his new Air Space Video. He and Tim are moving away from the cold of Chicago and relocating somewhere in Florida. They have made an offer on a house in an air-park with room for the business and all the toys. It’s an exciting time and I wish him well. Around 4:00pm we headed down to the airstrip for the afternoon flights.
It was my best flight of the trip. 90 minutes with great sunset colors. Here is the video…
Late in the day Ryan Southwell and his friend Scot launched to camp on the top of Eagle Rock. As far as I know, this was a first. Several years ago John Fetz did a top landing but he only stayed a few minutes. These guys landed and camped out. I await the video and photos from Shane and the Team Halo crew.
Dinner was in the condo followed by a session of paramotor troubleshooting with Jeff, Chad and Lance Marzec, who was rousted out of bed someplace many time zones away.Before it was over we had a brand new mini plane apart and Jeff was polishing a piston with a pot scrubber, nail file and toothbrush.
|Jeremy Langejans right side down|
Saturday … The winds were blowing steadily from the direction of the Tribal Park . It was a little too strong to attempt flying close to the monuments, so we stayed close to the patch and were treated to an air show out in the flats, East of the airstrip. The highlight for me was when Ryan Shaw, fresh from the international Slalom competition in Europe, flew his new comp wing the Dudek snake. Going at least 40 mph he caught and passed a Cessna as it rolled in from landing.
By 11:00 it was getting cold and windy so a bunch of us retreated to the condo for a pot luck lunch. Spirits were high and it was hard to get a word in edgewise while everybody shared the mornings events. John and Mary invited several of us to go up in their Cessna after lunch.. Dawn and I were on the second flight with Jeff Goin. It was wonderful to be back in the park and it was the first time Dawn and I had flown it together. I expect that one of these days we will own a PPC and fly together all the time but until that day it was a rare treat.
When we landed the French group were packing for the next leg of their tour. The group leader, Dieter Debaque, had discovered us a few years earlier and put The Gathering into this years tour. They added 17 pilots and an international touch that was fun. It looked like the altitude was a bit higher than they were accustomed to. There were a lot of aborted launches and some extremely long runs, but the did just fine and since they bought a lot of t-shirts I think a good time was had by all.
|Paul Anthem joins the “Order of the Desert Turtle”|
Sunday is was blowing 5 and gusting to 10. Those foot launching were reporting steady winds with moderate bumps. It was chilly and less than perfect but it was also the last opportunity to fly for perhaps several months so I decided to go for it.
I timed the cycles and launched when the breeze had dropped. Once up, I enjoyed the clear cold air and when I’d had enough of the bumps, I turned back and approached the LZ from the North West for landing. About 200 yards out I flew into sinking air and dropped 100 feet quickly. I stayed on the power to maintain my glide so that I would clear the trailers. and spectators. The wind started picking up but I adjusted and knew that I would still able land safely. The approach was a little bumpy but the landing was going fine, right up until I tried to killl the engine. Stupidly, my gloves were too thick to reach the recessed kill switch and I had to let go of one of the the toggles to shut down the motor. I Iost control of the wing and the trike was pulled and threatened to roll. By the time I was back in control, the trike had been spun180 degrees back toward the direction of the landing. By putting down a boot and sliding while turning the nose wheel against the direction of the tip I kept the trike from rolling but it was very close. The wing fell in front of the trike and I slid right up to it’s tip, wrapping lines in the front wheel. Facing the spectators, I made the cross hands sweep signal that baseball umps use to signify, “runner is safe”. I don’t know if anybody else got it,…. but, … I enjoyed the moment. Kurt Mozer got the whole thing on video and I can’t wait to combine it with the video from my helmet cam to see exactly what happened.. No harm no foul.
The wind continued to rise and everybody began packing up for the ride home. No injuries … plenty of airtime and good company. I can hardly wait for next year.
Last week we received 12 inches of rain in 3 days. Boulder Longmont and Loveland got hammered. The Sylvandale was devastated.
The first day after the flood I went out to the field but it was still too wet to launch.
Yesterday I got in a sunset flight with no drama and this morning, the same except for some bumps.
This was a good one. I launched at 6:00 and flew for an hour. There was plenty of gas so I followed the St Vrain River upstream to Lyons which has been evacuated due to contaminated water and flooded roads.
Calm clear morning. I flew up the south St Vrain Creek and saw the flood damage. The only notable moment was a long long taxi before the wing had inflated and stabilized overhead
The morning flight was a combination of screw ups.
A combination of events made for a a crosswind launch. First I made the mistake of leaving the key in the on position and had to jump start the Falcon. When I got it started I noticed that the wind had picked up and was coming from the south which was exactly the wrong way for me to get a decent run out. I didn’t want to shut down the motor and start all over with the jumping the truck so I looked things over and decided it was probably light enough to go for it. Inflating the wing 90 degrees off the wind should have been challenge enough, what I didn’t notice was that in the rush to get unhooked from the truck the port side riser had slipped leaving the cam below the hang point loop. During the inflation this mistake worked in my favour because the wing started turning into the wind right away with very little brake input I was a little surprised that the strange crosswind launch was going so smooth and didn’t realize the reason why until I was up. With the port riser riding low the wing naturally turned to the left The safety strap had been pulled into the hang point loop and the cam was bound inside of the strap. I stayed on the throttle and climbed to 250 ft and used both hands to pull on the strap. When it finally pulled loose the cam was still jammed and I had to worry it until it slipped through the loop.
Once that little bit of drama was over the rest of the flight was SOP.
That evening I met up with Ion who took me up for a flight in the Easy Long. There were big thunder heads with the classic anvil shape to the east and west. We flew out to Lake Granby slaloming between the clouds.
It was a great flight! We topped of at 18,000 feet and were in and around the clouds. Returning to the front range Ion flew level with the hogbacks and pointed out old Indian animal traps. Places where they would drive the animals to a dead end where they would be taken by the hunters. These were developed over the thousands of years prior to the “Indian Horse Renaissance”, when they had to do all of their hunting by foot.
Flying the EZ LONG with Ion from Joe Onofrio on Vimeo.
Very Cool…Flying the fast and low. Air Time 1 hour and 20 minutes, cost 30 bucks.
So far we have had 5 dives including a night dive. The conditions are OK. Certainly not the best diving but, like some things in life, even the worst of it is wonderful. Visibility is about 30 feet the water temp varies between 75 and 95 and the Marine life is abundant. We have seen the typical assortment of angle fish, puffers, needle fish, stars and urchins. There are also moray eels and last night we saw sea cucumbers and an unusual bottom fish called a guitar fish (Rhinobatidae). It looks like a cross between a ray and a shark. The one we spotted was about two feet long and grey in color.
Dawn was a little spooked before the dive but she had suited up and did great. We stayed down 54 minutes and went to 55.
This was the shallowest dive of the trip. It’s interesting how much deeper we dive these days. On both of the two tank dives we hit 100+ feet and it was no big deal. Twenty years ago that would have been huge. All of our dives have been off Corinado Island North West of Loretto.
The most notable thing about diving here is the dramatic changes in temp. There must be a serious upwelling from deep water. The current has been consistently 2 to 4 knots and its like going from a warm bath to an ice chest in the blink of an eye. Certainly it was warmer near the surface but even at 50 feet you could go around a rock and find the water 20 degrees warmer or colder.
The sea lions were found in groups of 10 or 20. They were on there backs with their flippers in the air. I didn’t know what I was looking when I saw what appeared to be clumps of black bird wings sticking above the surface.
There is only one serious PADI Dive Shop in Loreto (Dolphin Dice Center) and even they use a panga instead of a big expensive dive boat. The pricing is about the same as anywhere else. $120 for a two tank dive and lunch and $65 for a night dive.