by faoro » Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:21 am
After nearly landing on the Round House a couple of times (sorry about the violations - I was desperate; didn't look like anyone was home), I finally caught one there that allowed me to start my three and a half hour trip through a magical Winter Wonderland. Kabir's pictures tell the whole story, especially with me being fifty feet off the deck. Kind of a stressful flight as I was not only the lowest pilot all day, but every single paraglider and hang glider passed me after I was the first to top out at Montecito Peak. It took me considerable time to get established at each of the usual trigger points. Much of the lift was out front on this day, with the thermals trailing off to the east and north significantly. I still don't understand what happened; it might be genetic. But I was doubtful about a trip through the Pass, since I really couldn't get higher than a little over four thousand all morning. It was a bit chilly for long overnight camping. When Brendan and Chris peeled off for Padaro, it got even worse. I felt I should follow them. But I was still in the game until the Pass, and others were skying out ahead of me. I was left staring at the familiar dilemma: "Man or mouse?"
So I held off on a decision until the powerlines. Got up to 4,400 and would have bolted for no man's land, but Kabir was 300 feet above me and I assumed I'd leave then. Two minutes later, I'm below ridgeline, doing S-turns like a whirling dervish in ratty air - just like the rest of the day. Ten minutes later I crossed the powerlines with 4,375, looking at a front point on Noon Peak that Little John - the last of the crew to pass me - was using. Naturally, I didn't get as high as he did there, failed to transition up to the peak and started over low at the front point. But the backcountry was so beautiful, decked out in white splendor, I just had to keep pushing. Finally, over the exact location of Dan Keyser's accident five years ago on West Divide, I caught a thermal up to 4,400 feet and knew I had it made. A lonely, meditative flight through the quiet majesty of White Ledge, pulling up to 4,800 feet for the long glide to the Nuthouse in Ojai. Still, one last blow to my ego as I came in several hundred feet below the launch and turned tightly in windy conditions and no lift. Fifteen minutes later, I found it off to the north in the bowl and snaked my way to the Pyramid. At 2:30 PM, I thought the day was tiring out. Then a huge thermal yanked me up by the seat of my pants; I was at 4,500 feet in less than a minute. Cold, tired and hungry, I stared at the Topa Topa Bluffs, completely covered in snow. That's where a Topa Pilot should be, I thought, on the front of those 6,000 foot cliffs, face to face with the snow.
So I turned for the high school; a disappointment added to a challenging day. There's a wimpy old guy in my future. Standing and shivering from the long, cold day after landing, I was grateful for the Christmas present and my first flight down range since last year's accident. Thanks to Chris Grantham and Kabir's family for shuttling this weary traveler home from Ojai.