After weeks of rain the sun finally reassured us of it’s existance and blessed us with a flying day of epic proportions. While there was about a five hour window, only the middle three were consistent enough for sustained flight. Jaco got off first, but despite all his bragging and “I’ll kick your ass” nonsense he proceeded to bomb out. Rory and I took off about the same time and skyed out immediately. The sky was full of huge clouds (cumulus congestus) that looked frightening and beautiful at the same time. One of those days where you are constantly amazed that you’re part of the sky and not just an observer. Despite the size of these monsters they didn’t get overly high, base was about 1,400m (high for summer) and the lift under them was not so strong or widespread as to cause concern. Very pleasant. Jaco launched on his paraglider but found it uncomfortable and bumpy. That’s his excuse and he’s sticking to it.
Rory and I went out to Fuhsing bridge and over to Koshr for a look, just in the reverse direction. We ended up cruising the radio antennas in back of launch together in the last of the glassoff and enjoying the unusually clear view over Kaohsiung and the ocean beyond. Jaco wasn’t the least bit impressed that we could see his house from there…
I managed a top landing to finish the day off while Rory made a slope landing/crash/incident after several attempts to get down. A memorable end to his flying career in Taiwan and one that I certainly won’t forget.
Sunday reminded us that it is still in fact mid-summer and afternoon thundershowers are still in fashion… Oh well.