There and Back..

I watched the wind until I couldn't take it anymore.. After a few frantic phone calls, I elected to jam the pedal to the metal, throw my stuff in the mud and then bail off Blanchard Hill into the teeth of mister nasty..

After questioning my sanity, Mike and Rodger helped toss me off of the west launch.. The initial turbulent climb and bumpy glide over to Chuckanut Mountain was most disconcerting..

No brains, no headaches..!

Holy $#!+..!

When I got over to Chuckanut, it became apparent that staying out from under the cloud was going to be a huge issue.. It was going up into the cloud deck so quickly that it was impossible to out-fly the lift.. A moment of inattention could result in disaster..

With that in mind, I made my way out to the leading edge of the condensation and blundered into the sweetest spot of wave or convergence air.. Glass smooth 600 FPM salvation from the beast..

Over the Top..

Unbelievable altitude brings dangerously cold temperatures at around six thousand feet this time of year.. I think that with a little bit of exploration, a better dressed pilot could have taken this day even higher..

Since the bitter cold was creeping into every single tiny opening in my gear, I was struggling to stay focused on keeping myself out of trouble.. Landing sounded pretty good about now..

Not-So-Classic..

This cool cloud parked over the island all afternoon..

What an awesome day.. Definitely not for the faint of heart..

Willy flew a bit earlier and then he waited for me to land.. After helping me with my glider in the landing area, he gave me a ride back to the top to get my truck.. Thanks Willy..!

Corporate America Sucks.. GW is a corporate oil stooge.. Have a nice day..

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