Sunday Sunday Sunday

Nice day in the sky.
Took off around 11:15 and found a descent climb over the Bypass which climbed better over the Thermal Factory. Time to head east. All the points were working with good climbs. Scotty Angel caught up with me around the Powerlines and we semi struggled just a peak or two past there before getting high and gliding over to White Ledge (at first together, but not for long - Topless Hang Gliders rule!) In fact it was hard to spot Scotty after he pushed off.
Turning the corner and losing altitude as I glided over Hwy 33 with a few bumps from the venturi there, I connected 2 spines past the Nuthouse and started working my way through Ojai. Dean had been a thermal or 2 behind me the whole flight but caught up to me as we connected in front of Chiefs. There were some very strong climbs in Ojai with a bit of rodeo in them. I kept the low road as Dean took to the Topa Bluffs and skyd out!
I had enough altitude to pick up the spine at Santa Paula Peak and started climbing to the top. It was a bit windy and turbulent, but plenty of lift as we turned the corner. I worked the front points and Dean went for the deep freeze 1500 feet above me. I was around 4600 feet when I crossed the big canyon to Filmore. Dean later told me he was at 6500 where it was 18 degrees F. I wanted no part of that!
I had a nice glide across to Filmore and connected a little bubble just above the hills at Filmore. Dean had tried to connect to Oat Mtn. but had hit a head wind up above and was getting drilled. We crossed paths once more as he came out to the lower hills. I caught a light thermal that got me to the next hill above the satelite dishes. Again connecting with light lift I continued to climb slowly and drift further east as Dean found the road.
I got a few more small climbs but nothing took me high (maybe 2400 ft). I had Piru in mind, but I was 1 thermal short as I encountered a light base wind from the east. I ended up 1,000 feet above the highway, deep in the shallow terrain behind the massive powerlines that run the hills above the 126 highway. As I came into my final approach a coyote scampered up the hill 70 feet below me and I landed softly in a beautiful open area above a lemon orchard.
48 miles in 4 hours. Highest altitude 5400 over White Ledge. Cold fingers.
Retrieve:
I packed up as I continued to shiver and then hiked a mile down a dirt road through a lemon grove before connecting with the 126 highway. Dean had called in a favor of his girl Lori. She drove out in my best retrieve vehicle ever - a jaguar. For some reason she was willing to let our stinky selves have a ride of luxury. Driving up the Ventura highway as the sun was setting, eating all of Dean's chocolate covered pretzels and praying quietly that my fingers would return to normal - I felt good and tired from a great day of flying with my amigo Deano. Thanks Lori !!!!!
Took off around 11:15 and found a descent climb over the Bypass which climbed better over the Thermal Factory. Time to head east. All the points were working with good climbs. Scotty Angel caught up with me around the Powerlines and we semi struggled just a peak or two past there before getting high and gliding over to White Ledge (at first together, but not for long - Topless Hang Gliders rule!) In fact it was hard to spot Scotty after he pushed off.
Turning the corner and losing altitude as I glided over Hwy 33 with a few bumps from the venturi there, I connected 2 spines past the Nuthouse and started working my way through Ojai. Dean had been a thermal or 2 behind me the whole flight but caught up to me as we connected in front of Chiefs. There were some very strong climbs in Ojai with a bit of rodeo in them. I kept the low road as Dean took to the Topa Bluffs and skyd out!
I had enough altitude to pick up the spine at Santa Paula Peak and started climbing to the top. It was a bit windy and turbulent, but plenty of lift as we turned the corner. I worked the front points and Dean went for the deep freeze 1500 feet above me. I was around 4600 feet when I crossed the big canyon to Filmore. Dean later told me he was at 6500 where it was 18 degrees F. I wanted no part of that!
I had a nice glide across to Filmore and connected a little bubble just above the hills at Filmore. Dean had tried to connect to Oat Mtn. but had hit a head wind up above and was getting drilled. We crossed paths once more as he came out to the lower hills. I caught a light thermal that got me to the next hill above the satelite dishes. Again connecting with light lift I continued to climb slowly and drift further east as Dean found the road.
I got a few more small climbs but nothing took me high (maybe 2400 ft). I had Piru in mind, but I was 1 thermal short as I encountered a light base wind from the east. I ended up 1,000 feet above the highway, deep in the shallow terrain behind the massive powerlines that run the hills above the 126 highway. As I came into my final approach a coyote scampered up the hill 70 feet below me and I landed softly in a beautiful open area above a lemon orchard.
48 miles in 4 hours. Highest altitude 5400 over White Ledge. Cold fingers.
Retrieve:
I packed up as I continued to shiver and then hiked a mile down a dirt road through a lemon grove before connecting with the 126 highway. Dean had called in a favor of his girl Lori. She drove out in my best retrieve vehicle ever - a jaguar. For some reason she was willing to let our stinky selves have a ride of luxury. Driving up the Ventura highway as the sun was setting, eating all of Dean's chocolate covered pretzels and praying quietly that my fingers would return to normal - I felt good and tired from a great day of flying with my amigo Deano. Thanks Lori !!!!!