http://flygirl.co.za/content/view/108/29/

Coming up to the big overdeveloping clouds I started getting
nervous. Pilots above me were disappearing and reappearing and I was very soon
starting to mist out myself. Took a heading on my GPS and dreaded the thought of
sharing the grey room with this many pilots. Suddenly was not enjoying myself
anymore with the only respite from the big clouds being into the gentle SW wind
or a hole to the East.

To the north, downwind, it was ugly and black and
raining. I had had enough. Pulled bigears and speedbarred my way east, leaving
the hotshots to run north along the ridge and do battle with the cloudsuck in
their gaggles. I felt trapped as I was still going up, although slowly and there
was not much blue around. I wanted to land. Could not understand why no-one else
was on big ears although they probably were on speedbar. The difference between
a good weather xc pilot and a comp xc pilot clearly.