Keeping with our regime of social distancing we called an out and
return task south to the Fantasy of Flight thereby eliminating (hopefully)
putting pilots together in a retrieval vehicle.
The forecast was for light winds but few if any cu's. The cu forecast was much
better than the two previous days, but there was still this layer of dry air
above 4,000' that would mean as the inversion rose the cu's would thin out.
Their depth would already be quite minimal.
The cu's did form in the morning encouraging a task, but the winds were a little
higher than expected and from our least favorite direction, from the west.
I let Larry go first and that turned out to be a big mistake as Eric Williams
asked me if I wanted a tow behind a trike. A couple of trike pilots have been
here practicing towing. After getting some reassurances I said okay.
The ride was one of the three worst trike tows I've ever had. The pilot is too
inexperienced and did not pull in when climbing (while I'm in the sinking air
behind him). After barely hanging on and forced to do large maneuvers to stay
level and behind the trike and after large increases and decreases in airspeed I
finally pinned off at about 1,000' feeling that I had risked my life enough
I came back to be towed behind Tim on the Dragonfly and that's when you
appreciate having a skilled pilot. These things just don't fly themselves. I
wasn't able to stay up after the first experience (I guess) but Mick, John, and
Larry were able to get up and get going.
The cu's did slowly die as I forecast and only John was able to make it all the
way back though Larry and Mick landed nearby.