Hang-On Competition

July 19th Jeff, Kara, Josh and I headed for Medford, Oregon for the Hang-On hang gliding competition. This was a fully sanctioned points meet, so some of the best pilots in the world would be there. Needless to say I was a little intimidated. I had to remind myself that I couldn't compete with the other pilots so I needed to go with the idea that I would work on personal bests and learn as much as I could. After 14 hours in the car we finally got to Medford and crashed out as quickly as possible looking forward to tomorrows practice day.Joshy. Need I say more

Kick'n it by the fire

Jeff and Cosmo

Practice Day

Saturday morning we headed to head quarters to check in and see who of the pilots had arrived yet. After getting formalities out of the way, we headed up the hill. Woodrat Mountain is where launch is. The local club as put a lot of time in to making a nicely manicured launch area which we all enjoyed. We wind was cranking so I was a little nervous, but I thought I ought to stand on launch and check it out. My wing felt balanced so I launched. Launch went well and I was quickly soaring around the hill. Conditions were fairly easy so we all cruised around the mountain for and hour and then chose to land at a winery which provided a much better landing zone than the main one at the base of the hill.

In the LZ we saw that Jeff O'Brien and his wife Amber had arrived. We all said our hellos and headed to the nearby campground to finish our day.

The sky above camp

Checking out the route

The field

Task #1
Sunday started off with what would be our regular schedule for the entire week. Pilots meeting from 9:30 to 10:30 discussing topics that weren't necessarily relevant to the comp. Then we would head back to camp, pack our stuff up and head up the hill. When we got to launch, I saw more gliders set up than I'd ever been around. There were only about 25 pilots, a small group for a comp, but Missoula only has a total of 25 pilots and all of us never fly at the same time. This would be interesting. I set up and joined the pilot meeting. The task called was a for a 87 kilometer triangle. We had a 2k start cylinder and a 400m turn radius around each of the way points. Since there were many pilots, we would be using a single start time. Launch generally opened an hour before the start time and because I didn't want to be stuck in a launch line feeling rushed, I generally launch right after the window opened. This posed an good question; would I even be able to soar long enough to get the start? An hour flight in Missoula is a long one. Here, I would have to pull that off before I could even start the race. As it turned out, it wasn't all that difficult.

Josh contemplating his strategy

Girdy and Amber enjoying the sun

The Jeffs helping me to launch

I soared around for the hour watching other pilots and when the race started we all pointed it for the first turn point. This was wild. We were like a WWII bomber formation racing through the sky. This first leg of the coarse was difficult because it was 29k into a head wind. We needed to maintain our elevation to avoid any rotors. After 28k I had to choose landing over ticking the way point. I felt if I got the way point, it would force me to land in an LZ that was too dangerous for my experience level. I had a nice landing and was very pleased with the flight.

Kara and Amber picked me up and we headed for the Jeffs and Josh. Back at HQ we downloaded our GPS's and partied. A good end to the first day.

Jeff and Dustin assessing the sky

Jeff and Johnny in the launch line

Jeff and Kara

Task #2
Monday we got to launch and the sky looked epic. There were cumulus clouds everywhere. The task called was for 72k. Again I launched before everyone and this time beamed out. Soon everyone joined me in the air and we headed to the start cylinder. As we waited for the race to start we found ourselves climbing to 9000ft into the clouds. It was an amazing experience. Being surrounded by 25 pilots punching in and out of the cloud. When it was time, we punched it heading for the next way point. The clouds were great. We raced from cloud to cloud punching through them as we passed. As we reached the way point, I found myself getting low. I ticked the point and turned down wind looking for lift to jump the mountain range. Unfortunately it never happened. I found myself racing back to the winery to land. I was scored to 38k but probably flew around 45-50k. The way back was off coarse! I spent the next two hours tasting whine waiting for my ride. Not a bad way to kill time!

On the chase

Jeff joining the gaggle

Josh, Cosmo, and I on the chase

Task #3, Task #4
Tuesday and Wednesday proved to be very difficult for me. There was a high pressure system sitting on us suppressing all but the strongest lift. Even thought people managed to make goal each day, I was only able to stay in the air long enough to tick the start cylinders and land in the main LZ. Oh well. That's the way it goes sometimes.

Girdy helping her man

Waiting to launch

Task #5

The high pressure was leaving so we were expecting conditions to slowly get better for the rest of the comp. The task was for 61k this day. The conditions were still difficult, but I managed to fly 18k into the head wind again falling 2k short of the way point. Back to HQ for margaritas! See how it always turns out to be a win, win situation.

$25,000 shade structure

Party time

Task#6

96k task. Conditions were getting better, but we were stuck with a strong head for the first leg. After fighting the head wind and rotors over every ridge we jumped, I found myself getting force low. LZ's were off to my left, but I thought I should be patient and work the small lift. I ended up loosing more ground that I was gaining. I front of me I saw Shapiro and Zippy very low in the canyon. From my point of view, they looked like they were scratching the tree-tops. I had about 600ft on them and I though t I was low! The lift sucked where I was so the hell with it. I was going for the ridge in front of me. As I approached Jeff and Zippy, I got hammered by the rotor they were fighting. Time to land. I headed for the main valley crossing over a recent burn. BAM! I got hit with strong lift coming off the burn and figured this was my ticket out of here. Unfortunately the rotor was cutting off the lift and forced me to eventually land. 28k out I landed in a nice field, but a rotor made it difficult.

Jeff, Amber, Josh, and Johnny

Task #7 Final Day
64k task. The conditions were better for lift, but we were facing an even stronger head wind. The beginning of the race was very similar for me compared to the day before. Once again I found myself getting low at the burn and figure I gave it my best, but it's time to land. On my way out to the LZ, I thought I ought to check out the windward side of a ridge. Sure enough there was lift! I worked it the best I could and before I knew it, I was back up to 6200ft. The lift petered out. "It's now or never." I pulled full rope and pointed it for the ridge blocking my way to the next way point. As I glided towards the ridge I watched it move up and down, but more often it was moving down in my view. I was going to make it, but it would be close. I passed over the tree with about 100ft. YES! Oh shit, I need to find an LZ. I worked to ridge lift as I headed to the main valley. In front of me was a LZ I used a few days ago. That was my goal. I made it there with enough altitude to set up a mock approach and then landed. I was thrilled that I stuck with it long enough to clear the final ridge. Unfortunately I landed right below the turn point after 23k.

Zippy #3, Jeff #2, and Johnny #1

Kara, Amber, and Josh picked us all up and we headed for HQ to party and for the award ceremony. After it was all done, I can say that I had an excellent time. I set a bunch of personal best and learned more than I thought I could. I feel this competition doubled my experience. I'm looking forward to the next one!

Back in the Sky

Tuesday John, Bill, and I headed to Tarkio to see what we could make happen. The sky was blue with some cirrus clouds so we didn't expect much thermal activity. When we got to the LZ, our wind sock was indicating a slight Northeast wind. Skunked! John and I figured we ought to at least cruise to launch since we had driven all the way out to Tarkio. When we rounded the final bend, we were shocked to see the trees leaning. Thermals were ripping directly up launch. It was going to be a good day.

I had brought my camera equipment out to finally get some in-flight photos. When everything was ready, I launched and immediately hooked into a thermal. John and Bill launched right after me and also shot straight up. We were shocked by the conditions. Nice consistent lift. The three of us flew around the valley for about two hours enjoying the afternoon.

The camera system seemed to work ok, but I still have a few kinks to work out. Overall I was pleased with the results from my first attempt. Here are a few pics I captured.

Thermaling over lower launch.

Upper launch in the background.

Trying my best to photograph Bill.

A Day at Tarkio

A couple of days ago, Josh, Bob, Bill, and I had a great day at Tarkio. Bob unfortunately sank out, but Josh and I were able to fly around for quite some while. Bill eventually showed up after work and was able to squeeze in a flight before dark. As Bill was coming in for landing I got a chance to take some photos of him doing a wing over. We all had safe flights and a great day.

Bill getting a little inverted.

Lady of the Rockies

Friday Karl, Josh and I headed for Butte to fly. We met up with pilots; Don and Greg and left for launch. This particular site in Butte is located 8,000' and directly next to a giant statue of the Virgin Mary. Recent cool temps had left a few inches of snow at launch and with a warm sun out, the place became messy. We did our best to set up in a confined area trying not to dirty our equipment too much.

Karl at the LZ.

The contoured terrain and switchy winds caused the ground handling to be difficult. Thankfully everyone launched without a problem. Once in the air, the flying was quit mellow. Consistently small thermals were rolling up the hill allowing us to easily stay about 500' above launch. After a short while I saw Josh and Karl heading south and gaining some altitude. It looked like fun so I followed. Before I could reach them, I found a thermal that had consistent lift and decided to hook into it. I climbed to 10,500' and noticed Josh and Karl heading my way. I figured they saw the good lift I was in and wanted to pimp my thermal.

The day's LZ.

I watched as Karl raced right by me. A second later he transmitted on his radio, "That cloud has a lot of suck." That all I needed to hear. I pulled full rope (I figured it would be a good first time to do so), and stuffed the control bar to my thighs. At this point I expected to be diving out of the sky, but I wasn't. I was cruising at 50mph ground speed and slightly climbing. Blue skies were just in front of me and quickly I began to loose altitude. We left the cloud suck and worked our way north. Thermals became nice and smooth. I consistently found 800'/minute up. Before I knew it, the valley below was coming to an end. With storm clouds all around us, Karl and I decided to land. Don was waiting with the truck and Josh landed just a short distance away. We ended our flight in the beautiful Elk Park valley, two hours later and ten miles from launch.

Elk Park and the retrieve.

Bloody Fingers

Sorry for the late post, but here is what Ryan and I did after flying out of the Alaska range.

After a day organizing gear and cleaning up, we decided to head out of Anchorage to a rock climbing area near the small community of Chickaloon. The climbing was excellent; steep and very textured. Unfortunately I was feeling very weak after a month of being on the glacier mainly sitting and eating. Since the warm up routes are 5.11, I got worked quick. My fingers also took a beating. After the month of manicuring them in soaking wet gloves, I had lost all my calluses and the rough rock tore them apart. By the time I began to feel some strength returning, my fingers were bleeding and I was done. Oh well, that's the way it goes sometimes.

While we were there, I got a chance to visit my friend Glen and Anna. I finally got an opportunity to see their beautiful home and what a home it was. An amazing log cabin built on stilts thirty feet in the air.

After climbing, it was back to Anchorage to once again clean up and head for the airport.

Jorge and Skinny at Weener Lake.

Ryan kick'n it during belay duty.

The beautiful Chugach range across the valley.

Jorge working a route.

Glen and Anna's amazing home.

Back to Reality

Ryan and I are finally out of the mountains. What an amazing trip it was. Although, after 20 days of living on ice, we were ready to come home. The weather was primarily bad, dropping about 2 meters of snow in four days, but we also had some incredibly warm weather reeking havoc on conditions. The conditions were presented to us and we made the most of it. After all of our time, we tallied about 10,000 feet in technical climbing. Some of the time the conditions were good, most of the time they were not. Ryan and I persevered and had fun with what was thrown at us. The Buckskin glacier is an amazing place, solitude and magnificent walls. It is a place I plan on returning to someday.

The Moose's Tooth and Bear's Tooth massif.

Base camp. Only 30 minute ski from the base.

Hokan-dog kick'n it in camp.

Approaching our first route. The left gash to the summit. Potentially a new line.

Reaching the belay, top of pitch two.

Rest day.

Third attempt on the Moose's Tooth.

Looking down the route with the sun rising.

Climbing started to get more difficult.

Approaching the crux and our high point. 3,000 feet up the face.

Feeling worked after a 18 hour push.

Back at camp for some much needed rest.

Shooting for the second ascent to the col between the Moose's Tooth and Bear's Tooth.

Sun rise high on the route.

Ryan leading near the top.

Ryan pimp'n products at the top.

Starting the descent. Hour 16.

Time to head home.