Pine Saturday

[Faoro_Ron]

Rumor has it that Tom Pipkin flew 85 miles today from Pine Mountain and Brendan topped that at 95*. Let's get a crew together for tomorrow if it's still working.

[Kloer_John]

Nice flying guys, how about a writeup? I miss the days when even a flight to the Snakepit was recounted in riveting turn-by-turn detail.

[Randall]

Same here. I'm doing baby care at home, reading these posts with envy! But I want to hear more...

[Robb]

I set the ladies record for the day: 12,200 to the deck in a flash. We were all yo-yoing out front for the longest time before Tom found something out front and got to 11k. By then Brendan had lost his top spot and was below the bonzi tree calling us names. Anyway, Tom called to me to follow otb so over I went. The cloud street was the most amazing I have ever seen at Pine: Pine to Frazier and straight on to morning... For a while Tom and I were crabing; facing somewhat SE as we moved along under the south edge of the street at 30mph ground speed while in lift or zero sink. That was really amazing; something I had always heard of but never experienced. I drifted too far north to the middle of the street and hit sink which went from 400 to 700 to 1200 down. I was on bar trying to escape to the east, then made the big mistake and turned north towards the road and "safety", just like a rookie.

I made it out to the road at dry canyon with 5k and hit lift that took me to 9k, but I wasn't comfortable continuing east w/ only 9k so I kept trying for a while untill the last thing I heard was Brendan reporting he was on the south side of fraiser looking in the windows of the ISS.

I landed on full speed bar in the wash, packed up, and waited three hours until the sheriff felt sorry for me and gave me a ride to the truck stop.

If I had turned south towards the mountains instead of north towards a easy landing spot I'd have a much better tale to tell. At least watching my video from the helmit cam is entertaining as I use every adjective I know on my plummit...

I'm sure the real pilots will be along with their stories soon.

Data and flight link:
1,378 up
1,319 down
12,139 max
15 miles (4 point)
2:21 total airtime
http://www.paraglidingforum.com/leonardo/flight/511434

[Pipkin_Tom]

Robb, you did great. You were one thermal away from going long. The real hero was Diablo running chase. Thanks again for the advice, encouragement and putting in a long day.

We all somewhat struggled getting up at launch. It was probably an hour before we all went otb. I stayed on the south side of the development through the entire flight. Brendan and I pretty much flew together from Frasier mtn on.
The cloud street from Frasier to the city of Mojave was unbelievable, kinda like swinging on the monkey bars. 10 miles past Mojave, we encountered a storm cell about 10 miles to the NW . Avoiding that, I swung wide east to a group of small cumi’s but never found the love. I landed about 14 miles past Mojave at the 84 mile mark, Brendan took the day with 91+.
Looking forward to Brendan's post.

[Tony Deleo]

It was a stellar performance by Tom and Brendan the only thing that kept them from the 100+ mile mark was the fact that it is now autumn, with the days ending earlier. Brendan to near the Jaw Bone Canyon Store where the locals there watching his low save. Tom a little further south. Both Tom and Brendan were both in the "low" mode, hanging in there, from Mojave. The 2 "longest" flights from Pine this year. Congratulations!

[Bo Criss]

Congratulations, great flights!

[brendanpegg]

It occurred to me a couple times last week that I could fly on Saturday, but I didn’t make any effort to set things up. I didn’t look at the weather and I didn’t rally the troops.

Friday had been stormy throughout Ojai and Ventura. Lots of thunder and bolt lightening on my way to work in the morning. So when I woke up on Saturday morning, and Ojai was socked in and cold, I wasn’t very optimistic. When I looked at the forecast, I had some mixed feelings. Maybe still tempered by what I was seeing out the window. I sent out a tweet saying that Pine had some promise, and hoping that someone else would show some interest.

An hour later I was sitting on the couch in my living room, sipping a cup of tea and talking to Kristin. Nobody had responded. It was that time of day when a decision had to be made. Was I going flying, or should we plan to do something together? “You know what people are doing right now?” I asked her rhetorically. “They’re getting out of bed and looking out the window, and they’re saying to themselves that it is not a day to fly. I’m not sure it is such a great day, but we have flown in weather like this before and MAGICAL things can happen on days like this!”

I swear, that’s what I said. And as I said it, unbeknownst to me, somewhere a wand was waved and pieces started to fall into place.

Instantly the phone rang and it was Tom Pipkin. He’s not on twitter so he didn’t know I was fishing for someone. Tom and I used to fly together several times a week. For many years we were the insatiable regulars at Pine, Chief, and Skyport. Those years ended some years ago, but I still treasure the memories and I couldn’t have wished for a better wingman. He was enthusiastic about what he saw in the weather data, and he even had a driver (I didn’t know who at the time).

“Game on,” I said to Kristin as I put the phone down. The conversation had been entirely one way.
After getting Robb Milley on board, I scrambled to get my gear together and we met at the High School. It startled me to see Tony Deleo get out of his car at the parking lot. No bag, no blade. Master Yoda driving for us? Something didn’t seem right about that, but OK.

We were out of the fog by the time we drove by the Nuthouse. Amazing how much that changes the outlook. Blue skies, no wind, and before long we were even seeing little, puffy cotton ball clouds starting to form. But it didn’t have that “big day” feel to it. The forecasted high was only 83 degrees, and it was late in the year. The big days at Pine for me had all been mid summer days. Sizzling hot. Days you could see coming from a week or so out. Days when the Suburban was packed full and buzzing with anticipation. Saturday just had the four of us driving along chatting, unhurried, and not making a big deal about anything.
By the time we passed the Sandpile we could see more cummis popping in the otherwise blue sky, and not even a whisper of wind.

When we were setting up at launch, we idly discussed plans. It was cool on launch. I could feel a little bit of a winter bite to the air. There was a south wind about 5-10. We agreed that if we could get up over 10K we would go OTB, but otherwise we would just fly around and have fun.

I launched first at 11:30 and almost immediately climbed to 9500 in smooth, strong lift. That’s when my thoughts on the day changed a little and I got more optimistic about what lay in store. It was harder getting through 10K, but it was so easy getting to 95 I decided to wait for Tom and Robb. As Robb said, we yo-yo’d a few times, but when they were in a position to go OTB, I was groveling low, looking for the thermal that I had seen Pipkin ride up to 11.2.

They bailed OTB without me but I wasn’t out of the game yet. I got back to the Bonsai Tree, got worked over pretty good there, but finally made it back up and over the back as they were entering the chute. It looked like they were having a lot of fun, twisting it up toward cloudbase as I played catch up. But I was confident that I would catch them, and I could see a little of what the day had planned for us with the streeting clouds.

There was a bit of a blue hole to get through over the Badlands, but otherwise the lift was plentiful (if a bit rough). I was sad to hear Robb fall out of it, and then I lost viz on Pipkin, so I made my own way through, getting a nice big boost off of Guillermo.

The air in Lockwood Valley was most unpleasant. I kept losing bits of my wing as I was knocked around, and then I lost the whole thing for a while, but I took some solace in my altitude. The best part was always the altitude. No low saves, no frantic thoughts about where to land, or how to manage retrieve. No worrying about mechanical turbulence, steep hillsides, power lines, or anything earthly. It was all about air time. I stopped looking at the ground and focused all my attention on the clouds.

A big help in that regard was having Tony in the chase vehicle. We didn’t need to explain anything. A quick comment about where we were and what our altitude was and he knew exactly where to go and what to do. Very liberating, allowing us to just focus on the flying.

At least until the point that we crossed the I-5 and began picking up incessant chatter from (of all places) BATES! Someone was on the 46 freq (isn’t that supposed to be the XC freq?) sharing every whimsical notion that crossed his mind. As I was being roughed up by the air at 11000 feet, I got to hear all about how paragliders turn, what makes them work, how we yield right-of-way, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I’m a patient person, I can put up with minor annoyances, but after 20 solid minutes of diarrhea mouth, it drove me absolutely nuts. During the short breaks, I got on the radio and pleaded for us to be able to share the frequency, but the only thing that worked was shutting off my radio until I could get far enough down range to block the chatter.

I had never been East of the I-5 and up until a month ago I had sort of considered it to be a dark and scary monster. Many tales of high winds, HT powerlines, and extremely bad landings. But a month ago I got to ride in the truck while we chased Marty and Bob A and I realized that it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. It was great knowing the landmarks and knowing that there were plenty of landing options.
As Tom mentioned, however, we didn’t need to think much about landing. We just swung from the monkey bars all the way around the corner by Willow Springs race track, then over the wind farm and on into Mojave.

I was comfortable enough with knowing where Edwards restricted airspace was, but I was a little unnerved about flying low over the airplane graveyard north of Mojave. I imagined the upside down wedding cake, I looked for (and didn’t see) a control tower. But there are a lot of big planes and a very obvious runway, and I wasn’t all that high as I cast my shadow right over it. I could only imagine somebody standing on the ground with his hands on his hips spurting out “WTF!!!”

At least Pipkin was right there with me.

We had traded places a few times, both in altitude and in the lead, but for most of the flight Pipkin was running the point. As we crossed Mojave he had me by 500 feet and I’m sure we both felt we were on final glide. Surprisingly though, as we burned off our altitude we hit some smooth lift and got to climb a little. I was still climbing when Pipkin straightened out and started on what would be his final glide. I managed to drift with it to 9000 and then dribble along on course for a little while longer.

Finally, after stumbling into a 12mph North wind, I hit the dirt in a giant field, lightly covered with desert grass and flat as a pancake. I was way late with checking in with Kristin, so after I got control of my wing, and ripped off my jacket (it was still 93 degrees), I dug out my phone and called her. My gear was all in a big, unorganized pile and the wind was still blowing hard enough that a rosette wasn’t going to work very well so I was standing there looking at it and trying to figure out how I was going to get it all to the road that was about 100 yards away, when I heard the low rumble of my Suburban and saw Tony four wheeling it across the field to afford me valet service. How nice that was! I simply jammed all my gear in the back and enjoyed a fresh peach. Not bad!

Thanks so much to Tony for driving and his invaluable encouragement. To Tom for being with me throughout the flight, just like the old days, and to Robb for cheering us on, even after taking one for the team.

My vario has a built in GPS but I didn’t have the distance-to-takeoff displayed as a field. I was curious about how far I had flown, but I didn’t find out until this morning when I downloaded my track. Unfortunately there were several numbers thrown out on the board and in messages. All with asterisks because nobody knew for sure.

Here are the final stats:
Duration: 5:44:30
Max Alt.: 12182
Max FPM : 1199
Distance: 97.2

[BobA]

Sweet!

[Marty DeVietti]

Super SWEEET! Well done gents!

[dschuhl]

These posts are why I follow the forum.

[Pipkin_Tom]

Robb,
Let's see the helmet cam video. I'll turn down the sound.

[Robb]

Pipkin's been whining like a six year old, so I've uploaded my helmet cam video. It's long and unedeted; but if you skip ahead it'll be faster and you'll miss most of my colorful commentry. If you decide to keep the volume up, be sure to listen as I try to get Tony to stop calling me Ron...

The first video starts about an hour into the flight, after Tom and I have finally gotten up, and Brenden, who was over 10k, is back below the bonzai. In the second I've tried to climb back out, but only got to 9k so I land in the wash. If you listen to the first one, you can hear Tony say it's blowing 0-5 on the ground, but I'm on full bar until about 15' off the deck.

http://www.youtube.com/user/topapilot#p/a/u/1/BBM5k1NYQEM

Robb

[Pipkin_Tom]

Your Go Pro camera really does a nice job. 10 years of flying Pine Mtn., those were some of the most organized cloud streets that I've ever seen while flying there.
Thanks for the video Ron. I'll stop whining now.