As Andy has already summarized Saturday turned out to be great. Launched Walts around noon. All the peaks were firing on schedule and the glides between them were easy. There was a hint of West spilling over up high but it was hardly noticeable. It was too cold up high so most of our flight was spent between 12 & 13k and we were making good time. In fact, we made such good time that the cumis didn’t start popping on the Sierra side until after we left for the Whites. After connecting twice on the crossing we intersected the Whites at about 6500’ and we were sure we had the 100+ miler in the bag. All we needed was one thermal to get us established higher up on the range and it was a milk run after that. The cumis were stacked up all the way past Boundary Peak and they looked to be at about 17k; easy, right! We spent the next 10 minutes sniffing out every nook and cranny until we finally hit the dirt at the 63 mile mark. We spent another 10 minutes pouting and scratching our heads…damn, how the hell did that happen? To top it off we put down just after 3 pm (peak heating) and we had at least 2 ½ - 3 hours of airtime left…OUCH!
We hung out with Steve Prairie and the gang from San Diego that night at Steve’s house in Big Pine. After filling our bellies and passing around the flight stories fatigue soon set in and we headed down to check ourselves in at the Lone Pine Budget Inn; home of the stiffest mattresses in town.
We woke up this morning (Sunday) to a very similar day on paper with the exception of a little more West component and an impending system from the NW due around mid-afternoon. Again we launched around noon and there were less high clouds over the area than Saturday but you could see a hint of them way off to the North creeping South. It was an easy boost to 12k over launch but there was a very stout 10-12+ West wind up high. Andy and I started down range but it was soon apparent that it would be a much slower day. Climb rates were fairly similar to Saturday but they didn’t have the same heights. You could also feel the air sharks lurking nearby. Off to the North lenticulars had formed high above the Whites and conditions were changing rapidly. Andy saw the hand-writing on the wall and bugged out early near Whitney. I decided to give the day a little more of a chance and continued on. The high clouds that were once way off to the North were fast approaching and wind-blown cumis were popping up everywhere deep in the Sierras. There was definitely more moisture in the air today and the cumis off in the distance were leaning so hard to the East you’d swear they were missing a leg. Considering the West component I was giving the peaks a wide berth and staying out on the front points, but even on the front points the West wind was hell bent on delivering me some spankings. I bounced down range between 12 & 13k but each transition got harder and harder. The closer I got to Onion Valley the more I had to crab to stay on the course line. By the time I had gotten to Onion my crab angle was probably close to 35 degrees. I took a ridiculous shot at crossing Onion Valley but the West wind just laughed at me so I turned tail and took aim for Independence. Andy scooped me up near the airport and we headed home. We weren’t in the car very long before the day started to fall apart. West winds were shredding any cumi that had the nerve to form and the high clouds were taking up residence fast. What a difference a day makes, eh! Even though our day was cut short today it was still a great weekend with plenty of new information to put in the reference bank. There’s nothing like flying the Owens!
The only shots I have are from Saturday and I’ve got some comments at the bottom of a few of them:
http://www.pbase.com/fllspdahd/owens_may_19_20_2007
Even though Memorial weekend is 5 days off it already appears that we’ve got a good shot of some more great flying up there.