Two years ago at this time we were getting to 15k in the desert, flying north of 100 miles, the Santa Barbara season a distant memory. But here it is the middle of May and weatherman is calling for 5,000 ft snow levels. A post-frontal day in Santa Barbara? Unfortunately, a bit too much moisture and winds in the wrong direction kept us out of mountains, but Bates was there as a fall back.
From the Avenue I was hoping to bridge over to the Santa Susana mountains for points east. There were some wispies above the foothills but once I left I found nothing but turbulent sink. In the past I've left the Avenue lower and have gotten out on the Oxnard Plain further.
And then, of course, there's the landing. It was pretty rowdy, but it didn't help that when going for the down tube my hand got caught on my rear wire. I tried to fly it in holding on to the wire, but as you see I wasn't very successful.
Monday, May 16, 2011
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