Tonight "Safer at Home" starts in Florida. We don't quite know all
the ramification of this sort of "Shelter in Place" program. Having now read the
governor's order, we are an essential activity.

Section 3. Essential Activities

A. For purposes of this Order and the conduct it limits, "essential activities"
means and encompasses the following:

I. Attending religious services conducted in churches, synagogues and houses of worship; and

II. Participating in recreational activities (consistent with social distancing guidelines) such as walking, biking, hiking, fishing, hunting, running, or swimming;

So we decided that Thursday might be our last day to fly cross country here at
Wilotree Park (but now we know better). Whether we will actually do any more
flying but Paradise Airsports and Wilotree Park are open.

The forecast was for a blue day and that's what we got after a few early morning
cu's. Light north winds, a top of lift forecasted at 4,920' at 1 PM.

I took off first into the blue risking it all on the chance to find a core. No
one else was all the excited to be first.

There was lift on tow and I was able to work 60 fpm to 2,500'. There were no
complete cores with the air mixing it up in all directions and locations.

After that climb stopped way too early, I got lower and lower down to 1,700' as
I went from one possible thermal spot to another as Larry and Misael got pulled
up and then circled above me. No one was doing all that well.

Down to 1,000' in very trashy air and really unhappy about landing in these
conditions with the flags in the LZ switching directions I unzipped and headed
for the north end (it looked like the upwind end) of the field. I kept hearing
the sink alarm set to 700 fpm down, going off.

Down to 700' almost at the very north end I hit 255 fpm. It was rough as guts. I
held on and twirled tight coming up to Misael and Larry and climbing to 4,500'
at over 440 fpm on average. We had spent half an hour getting no where (me
specifically) before suddenly everything changed.

We headed south with a light tail wind finding lift fairly easily toward our
turn around point at the Fantasy of Flight. We were able to stay above 3,000'.

I spotted a sailplane north of the Seminole Glider Port and that thermal worked
well getting us over 4,200'. After a five kilometer glide to just north of the
intersection of 474 and 33 Larry, who got higher behind Misael and I, called out
100 fpm. Heading toward him I found 800 fpm and held on for dear life. It
averaged 400 fpm with spells from 1000 fpm to -300 fpm to 4,600'. I just didn't
want to hit anyone or get hit.

We spread out and went on a 9 kilometer glide searching. Down to 2,200' I found
a 240 fpm thermal. Larry came in under me, Misael was way low and trying to get
up in the same area.

I called out 240 fpm to Larry and his response, when he was right below me maybe
300' down, was that he couldn't find it. Oh, oh. It soon stopped for me also.

For the next eight minutes we spent searching around in light sink, me just
above Larry going from 2,800' down to 2,500'. Misael landed below us. The last
"thermal" averaged 7 fpm.

It had appeared through out our flight that the big open dry fields were the
thermal producers. Misael had landed in one just to our south and there was
another two just a little further south. I decided to give them a try.

No luck, just big down air and I was quickly on the ground. Larry took a
big tour around and down to 1,700' was going to land in Misael's field when he
spotted a bird flashing his wing.

Larry joined that bird at 400 fpm. Then a flock of other birds joined them.

Larry was able to get down to the Fantasy turnpoint and very slowly make it back
to Wilotree Park.