I made Piru today from Skyport, but the last twenty miles were in a car. Dean and Andy took the day - hence the car drive to Piru. I'll let them tell of what it was like to lead the pack on a challenging flight from Skyport. But I had one heck of a day; it's always fun to fly through the pass with virgins.
Most of my day was spent looking up at Irene above me. She flew like a champ, outperforming Art and I on every lift point going downrange. It was a pleasure to watch someone try different strategies. In Irene's case, they all worked out to perfection; she made it look easy. The air was very cold at altitude, so it was a promising day on paper. But there was an east wind early and the cirrus clouds were often blocking the sun, inhibiting full heating. Still, Irene was cold all day and I was comfortably warm at lower altitudes.
I launched at 10 AM (a few minutes early - I almost shaved off Diablo and Fast Eddy's heads with a close pass over Eliminator waiting for the first thermals to kick off) and decided to tag La Cumbre Peak, utilizing the east wind for a brief out and back, hoping to let the day heat up properly. But that side trip put me behind the leaders who raced to the sunny spots ahead of Art and Irene and I, who struggled mightily at the Thermal Factory and at Montecito Peak. The westbound leg gave me tops at 4,400 feet above the R&R and La Cumbre Peak. As the cirrus obscured the sun coming back, it was difficult to get established above launch and at the first points downrange. We (Art and I) were lucky to touch 4K as we crossed San Ysidro Canyon and flew over Romero. But the lift was abundant on Castle Ridge to the powerlines, so it was no pressure to the decision point. The east wind had turned into a light tailwind by the time we traversed Castle Ridge.
Like magic, Irene and I ascended to 4,600 feet over the powerlines. Andy had reported good altitudes through the pass, including 5,800 feet at White Ledge, so the decision to push on was easier than it might have been. Art got to cloudbase and briefly visited the region between the powerlines and Noon Peak, but he had lost his vario (dead batteries) and he was trailing us by a mile or two, so he flew out to Padaro Grill and got his car to provide chase.
Irene and I had timed it perfectly. There were cumis on the front points and all we had to do was come in even with the ridge tops to catch nice thermals coming off the sunny knobs and take it up to cloudbase. It was beautiful back there in the afternoon sun. We made it from the powerlines to Ojai between 12:30 and 1:30 PM. I passed over Dan Keyser's crash site for the first time in two years and thought about the rescue and all the ensuing days. We got as low as 3,200 feet in some places, but when I grabbed a fatty directly in front of White Ledge, it took me up to cloudbase at 6,000 feet - my high point of the day. I left for the Nuthouse, letting Irene tank up to follow my line.
That altitude trickled down to 1,500 feet by the time I crossed Highway 33; I was halfway between the Nuthouse launch and the road. The bushes weren't even trembling - it was as flat as flat could be. So I cruised north toward the big dirt bowl and got some convective lift that turned into light thermals after a dozen S-turns. It was strong and sharp in the Ojai Valley. The Pyramid was booming. I shot straight up to 5K and bypassed Bruce's Point for the Stooges. This patch of cirrus was directly in front of the sun. No matter what my groundspeed, I couldn't shake it. When I left Stooges for Twin Peaks, I hit a lot of sink and thought about my options. It was 2 PM; I couldn't reach Andy and Dean on the radio to see what conditions were like around the corner on Santa Paula Ridge. Irene had flown out to land, so I was alone on the trip. It looked like the day was shutting down, so I turned south toward San Antonio School. Of course, my impatience was unwarranted. Five minutes after I left the ridge, the cirrus cleared and Twin Peaks shined in the sunlight. There was still time to squeeze some soaring out of this stellar day.
I landed at the school. Art picked me up. We drove to Piru to pick up Andy. In Ventura, Andy bought some Corona and Hornitos and we toasted his first trip through the pass. Then he arranged to get us back to Santa Barbara.
Airtime: Four hours exactly.