To fly or not to fly...

D. emailed before I left work asking about flying this evening from 7 Flags. To date, only C., D., J. and I have flown from this location. Like most, the landowners do not want the liability or nuisance of having too many pilots flying from this site. Anyway, here's a picture of 7 Flags Farm that was taken last year. The circle in the center of the picture (to the left of the chicken-drumstick shaped wetland) is now an almost 2 acre raised takeoff / landing area.

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Looked too windy at 4pm (and I had an appointment to take the PPG transport in for an oil change - another case of reality getting in the way of things). All in all, it worked out because even at 7pm it still didn't appear to be calm enough for good flight.

The weekend is looking blown out but we will keep watch.

Last time we were out at the farm, I got airborn before D. arrived, got bumped around for 20 minutes and landed as D. was setting up. I told her about the less than favorable conditions and we decided to wait for a while before going up.

Living in FL, we are both a bit spoiled. We seem to have enough days with smooth, calm air so that we don't bother trying to squeeze in flights when conditions aren't great.

We talked for a while; same old things: food, yoga, flying, where we would be having dinner. Things seemed to be settling down, D. decided to be the wind dummy this time. Setting up proved a little frustrating because the wind was shifting (should have told us something, huh?). After a couple of minutes, D. radioed that she would be landing, it was not fun aloft.

Earthbound, we wait for conditions that favor the spreading of wings and rising toward the heavens.