THE BELOW ARTICLES: Author, George Ferris.....Flyability, Seascape, Bushwhacker, Newlyweds, Valley Of The Brave, Birds In Paradise ,....+...., Photo Gallery
.................................................., FLYABILITY ,....................................................... This article is about the most amazing person I have ever met. His name is Steve Varden. This article was published by Hang Gliding magazine in May of 2004
Founder of Flyability, Steve Varden, proves disabled persons can achieve dreams.
By George Ferris
January, Wallaby Ranch, Florida,
I was leaving the pole-barn making my way to the bathhouse late one evening when I noticed someone attempting to open the bathhouse door. It was dark and hard to make out details, but there was no mistaking that this individual was out of control. His arms and hands were gyrating back and forth over his head and he was swaying first one way then the other, his spindly legs barely supporting him.
As a watch with concern, he managed to open the door and entered the bathroom, letting the door closed behind him. It must have taken him a full minute to take those few steps from the outside of the door to the inside. How he managed to get himself to the door, and where he had come from before that, I did not know. The only thing nearby was a golf cart. Maybe someone had dropped him off!? But there was no one else in site.
I didn't wait around to solve this mystery........................ Continued Page 1, third paragraph
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..................................., SEASCAPE, CAPE COD ,................................ This article was published by Hang Gliding magazine in October 1999
SORRY THIS ARTICLE IS OFF LINE SINCE THE SEASCAPE CLOSED. I WILL NEED TO LOCATE MY ORIGINAL ARTICLE AND RE-POST IT HERE. iT MIGHT BE A WHILE BEFORE THIS HAPPENS.
Doris Frost Bredberg & Peter Hesselback on Corn Hill in 1928
The Author, George Ferris, soaring his Exxtacy over the Seascape
This article is about the history of soaring on Cape Cod that started in the year 1928. How the people involved back then are linked together with the Pilgrims Thanksgiving in the year 1621, the German Luftwaffe, JC Penny of the JC Penny retail stores, Dave & Lori Sexton of Cooks Camps and Chuck Nyhan's Halloween Fly-In at his Seascape Motel. I hope you enjoy the article.
I enjoyed the years of research, all the support from the historians, the contributors mentioned at the end of the article, and most of all talking to Doris Frost Bredberg who was there in 1928 and kept a diary about the flying and the people that were there. Thank you Doris and may you soar once again with Peter!
Chuck Nyhan, owner of the Seascape
.....................................BUSHWHACKER SHORT STORY...............................
Green Mt Launch
True Story...... By Rich Laport & George Ferris
Rich Laport Wrote: Hey George, remember that day we dragged our shit up on top of Green Mtn. in Claremont NH, but it was strong cross out of the north? You launched first and got your ass kicked, and had to land in this guys back yard by his pool. Wild ride. I walked down. My wife Alesia & I went by there on our ATV this past Monday. Great memories!! Well maybe not for you, but for me it was!!
I sure do remember. Of-course, they're all great memories Rich!!! I always think about how lucky we were to experience those early days ( early 70s) of hang driving and being some of the lucky ones to survive. That air was some of the most turbulent air I've ever been in. I remember it all.
The launch was a rock cliff, a nasty launch with big pines that you had to make it over and through. I remember just going for it then getting my ass kicked as I plummeted toward the ground.
Looking down I saw nowhere to land and knew I was going in....yes into a neighborhood with nothing but small back yards. The houses close together and all the back yards were fenced in. I remember picking the back yard with a inground pool. My decision was to crash into the pool figuring I would save myself and do less damage to my glider (Kestrel). As I dove for the pool from 50ft or so I saw a lady sunning herself. When she spotted me she stood up. I didn't have time to ask her permission to land in her pool so I focused back at the pool.To my disbelief and horror there was a little girl in the pool. I could hear here screaming as I approached at high speed and dove for the top of the fence at the end of the pool. I cleared the fence by a matter of feet and flared rising up then landing unbelievably on my feet between the fence and the diving board. As I did I heard the screaming come to an end. I looked over where the mom had been standing and didn't expect to see here there. I thought she would have made a mad dash into the house to call the police. To my surprise she was jumping up and down saying " CAN YOU DO THAT AGAIN" CAN YOU DO THAT AGAIN"!!!!
I couldn't believe what I was hearing but I was so relieved that I didn't hurt anyone or do any damage to anything including my glider I collapsed on the ground. At this time she did go into the house and returned with a lemonade. I packed up and as I was leaving I remember her asking me if I was going to fly again. I remember looking at her with a grin, thinking to my self, " lady.... you have no idea how close I came to killing myself and maybe your daughter". I answered her.... NOT TODAY!
Well Rich did you introduce yourself and tell her it was your crazy buddy that almost landed in her pool back in the 1970's. Knowing you probably asked permission to do it again. That was my second best landing ever.
Yup, you were like a leaf blowing in the wind. It's a good thing that we can look back on that crazy shit and laugh cuz we survived it. I didn't stop to see if anyone was home, and no, I crossed that site off my list shortly after your feet left the rock!! Long live the Bushwhackers!!!!
............................,FLYING FOR THE NEWLYWEDS,.............................
FLYING NORTH AT TORREY PINES, CA
True Story.... By George Ferris
Patti , you surely remember this day!?
Ole, Talking about Torrey.... ask your buddy there if he remembers some guy that took off in a cross from the north. He flew south to the church at the request of some newly weds that call Torrey.
As he was getting ready to launch the Moyes boys ask him to fly there new glider, they wanted to know what he though of it. So he took off in there new glider flew down to the church made a couple of low passes so they could get their pictures and headed back.
By this time everyone had landed because the conditions made it almost impossible to stay up. It had crossed up even more and it was slow going and staying above the cliff was quite a challenge. He used the concave areas in the cliff facing north to gain 50 to 100 ft before darting to the next concave area. At the last concave area just south of the Torrey club house ( shop?) he fought to gain enough altitude to make it over the shop and land.
Unknown to him, instead of breaking down most everyone tied up there gliders to the rope anchors. I can't remember how high he was when he went for it but he wasn't high enough to see the part of the landing area just beyond (north) of the shop building. As he came in over the shop a look of disbelief come over his face. There in front of him was a sea of gliders and the only place to land with the altitude that he had was a vacant spot ( a missing glider) in the middle of all the other gliders. There was no time to think. He pointed his toes and focused on the spot. Came in hot pushed with his foot off the top of the glider king-post that was tied up rear of the vacant spot and flared up into the head wind and came straight down landing on his feet with his eyes closed.
When he opened his eyes again he was astonished by his luck. He was wing tips to wing tips, heel to nose and nose to keel. Other than pushing off the king post of the glider now parked directly behind him nothing had been touched.
The first thing he heard was the Moyes boys cheering "that's are glider", "that's are glider". Another person came running through the gliders. It turned out to be Patti Cameron. She looked him straight in the eye and said " that was my bran new gliders king post that you stepped on, I thought you were going to destroy my new glider that I just got, for sure".
A crowd of people filtered through the maze of gliders to come over to see who this crazy person was that just pulled off this landing. He sat under the glider not moving. I think he was in shock. He couldn't respond and didn't need to. The proud Moyes boys were still responding for him, promoting the landing capability of their new glider. I don't remember how long he sat there. The last thing I remember is the guy from the shop talking to him after everyone else left his side. All he said was " PLEASE!!! Don't do that again!"
What did I say!!!... nothing, I was still in shock.
...VALLEY OF THE BRAVE, JULY 1997 HANG GLIDING MAGAZINE
Valley Of The Brave P-1
By George Ferris
Working my way up the side of the volcano I was anticipating the great pictures I could take if I made it to the center of the crater at 16,000 feet. I was told that in the bottom of the crater was a turquoise Lake.
Gini and I had just finished three weeks of towing on the frozen lakes of northern New York, our home, and we were excited about going south to a warmer climate.
We arrived in Mexico City on 19th of February and met up with Mark Greeley. That is where our adventure began. With map in hand, what seem to be a simple route out of the city turned into a two hour ordeal. Like mice in a maze we eventually learned where not to go and found our way out onto 15 West which took us to Valle de Bravo.( Valley Of The Brave) The brave part starts with you choose to rent a car in Mexio City and try to find your way out of this a-maz-ing city. Not counting our tour time we arrived there three hours later, just in time for dinner and a much needed Cuervo.
The next morning we were on her way to El Penon which we were told was the most consistent thermal site in Mexico. There were six people in our party: Mark Greeley from New Jersey, Hoss Anderson from Nevada, Linda Hodgson and Jim Afinowich from Arizona, Gini and myself. Accompanying us from Safari's guide tours were John Olson and Eric Lamberson, who lived in Valle, and our driver was Martine.
On the way over, smiling Ole John Olson our guide, interpreter and storyteller told us about all the landing areas. The landing areas are spread out 3 to 5 miles apart making for easy bailouts on one's way to goal about 19 miles back to Valle de Bravo. They all have unique names like La Mesa, Tanque de Gas and Rancho Viejo, to name a few.
Take off is at 7200 feet MSL 1500 feet AGL. The landing area below, called the piano, was described to us as a lion's mouth that would devour anyone attempting to land there. The dust devils, numerous barbed wire fences and power lines took no prisoners. The piano is famous for its downtube and occasional leading edge carnage. The idea at this site is to take off, high in leave.
Gini, however, not having a lot of cross-country experience, chose the land at the piano successfully several times after out climbing us in her 140 falcon she liked to land at the piano which she considered to have the best ground crew.
There is a wonderful phenomenon in Mexico. Almost everywhere you land children come out of nowhere to break down and carrier your glider to nearby road in hopes of earning a few pesos. The children are extremely friendly and happy. They have very little, but what they do have they appreciate. In addition, almost everywhere you land there seems to be a taco stand ,nearby. Its great, after the kids break down your glider you find the nearest taco stand quench your thirst and hunger or waiting for the retrieval van. By the way....... make sure you pay and say by to the kids before leaving, with your glider, to go to the taco stand. If you don't you will find more kids at the taco stand then you have pesos.... many many more.
Arriving at El Penon we wasted no time setting up since there were pilots high over takeoff. Eric is many gliders to choose from high-performance, intermediate and beginner wings- although I wouldn't recommend that a beginner pilots fly El Penon. The air on most days was a handful, and would certainly leave a beginner in the lion's mouth with no thoughts of flying there again.
On our first day conditions were anything but ideal, and most of us landed at las Penyitas, the first landing area behind takeoff. However, as the week progressed both the conditions and the pilots improved. Everyone made to cloud base many times and to San Gaspar- goal at least once.
Flying over Valle de Bravo to San Gaspar offers a picturesque site, as beautiful as you will ever experience. There are two primary landing areas on the lake. San Gaspar, at the north end, is fairly large LZ on the edge of the water at a marina. If you land there make sure you have your bathing suit. The water is great and it makes the retrieval time seem short. (Note make sure when coming in for a landing that you differentiate between the lily pads and land. Many pilots mistake the heavy lily cover for part of the landing area and end up in the water. )
The other landing area is called club Santa Maria, nickname the Postage Stamp, and it is. This is the primary LZ for La Torre, the favorite site of the locals. Takeoff is about 1200 feet AGL over the lake. The takeoff is directly over the town facing the lake, and has a beautiful cement takeoff. The wind comes directly off the lake and straight into the mountain. This site is soarable every day between 12 noon and 5 PM and produces one of the most scenic flights I've ever experience. The colors of the town, whites and reds, contrast with the green forest and blue shimmering Lake create such an inspiring image that you forget about the postage stamp landing.
This landing area is a short walk from town and pilots and tourists alike seek daily entertainment there. They all have their cameras ready as pilots com in to land. The LZ runs parallel to the shore and is shaped like a triangle. The tip of the triangle has water on both sides and is just wide enough to sit on. One-sided triangle of course is bordered by water and the other side has several 60 foot trees. The end of the triangle is twice your wingspan and to keep you from plowing into the boats and buildings there is a 12 foot fence at its end. The fences is bent over slightly from you know why. The triangle length is about 250 feet. It's a challenge, to say the least, but well worth it and great fun. About 85% of the pilots, paragliders and hang gliders end up in the water. Beginners fly with some type of flotation.
One evening at dinner Eric mentioned Nevado de Toluca, the volcano. Gini Marco and I had seen its snow-covered peak towering at 16,000 feet MSL on the way from Mexico City. Eric explained that it is not frequently flown because of its inclement weather and the difficult retrieval if you land out, but we decided it was a must. Eric said that he knew a pilot in Toluca who could tell us what day the weather would be favorable.
Valle de Bravo is a beautiful little town nestled in the mountains at 6000 feet MSL and a large pine forests on the edge of Lake of Avandaro. The city's whitewash stucco houses with red tile roofs complete the many colors of the town. Flowers are abundant everywhere. The town is built on a hillside overlooking the lake, a short walk down the cobblestone streets to the water edge.
There is a small park in the center of town, Plaza Independencia, which has brilliant flowers, trees and many park benches. In the morning the Plaza trees are filled with singing birds. Most evenings there is song and dance, for the plasma is a gathering place for all activities. For a few pesos you can dine at one of the many restaurants, listen to the singing and watch people's visiting the many unique shops. Dining at the Plaza with would your senorita, stars glistening, music playing is quite romantic.
In the morning there are fruit markets everywhere. Stores are abundant and all sell bottled water. There is a bank right by the plasm that opens every day at 9 AM were you can get seven pesos each American dollar. The accommodations provided to us by Eric were only a block away from the plasm. They were small but clean and comfortable. It costs only 100 pesos per night about $15 American. The only ....... CONTINUED P_3
.............................BIRDS IN PARADISE
THIS ARTICLE IS DEDICATED IN MEMORY OF GERRY CHARLIBOIS. MAY GERRY SOAR AS HIGH IN HIS NEXT ADVENTURE AS HE DID IN THIS ONE! ...........................We'll all miss you Gerry!! .......................... 2014
BIRDS IN PARADISE, BY George Ferris
AT 6,000 feet I peered down into the 3 million year old Waialeale Valley hoping to spot the secret burial grounds of the ancient Menehune. The Menehune buried there riches in a cave behind one of the hundreds of 1000 FT water falls in this formidable valley. This particular day most of the waterfalls were dormant, for the past few weeks had been relatively dry.
Flying deeper into the valley with its 2,000 FT fluted cliffs, I worked the lift to maintain the altitude I would need to return to a safe landing area. At the end of the valley is Mt. Waialeale. This area is one of the wettest spot on earth receives some 600 inches of rain annually. To the west adjacent to the valley, is the Alakai Swamp, poised on top of the plateau at about 3000 feet, making it one of the highest swamp on earth. After a strong rain the swamp over flows and feeds the hundreds of 1,000 foot water falls that cascade down into the 2,000 foot Waialeale Valley.
About three miles back into the Waialeale Valley south of the north bowl, thinking I must be dreaming, totally aloof of the world, the wind direction changed and the bottom dropped out. I was about 4.5 miles from the beach designated landing area. I was sinking at 400-500 FPM and started racing north, out of the valley. About a mile from the chimney ( a fluted cliff on both sides running east- west) I wasn't confident I would arrive with enough altitude to fly over it. I needed to clear the chimney cliff in order to make it to the beach landing area. If I didn't arrive with enough altitude, to fly over the chimney, there were only two other options for landing. One was to land on top of the plateau in the Alakai Swamp which I was told was a three day walk out. The other was to land in the river bed below. I wanted nothing to do with that because more than likely I would never be found. I became as aerodynamic as I could .. hands together, face lying on my hands, arms tucked in as close to my body as I could get them, I sped north.
About 1/2 mile from the chimney and sinking at 500 FPM I prepared myself mentally for the three day walk out and initiated a turn to bale out onto the Alakai Plateau into the swamp.................
It had been two years of travel in hopes of flying exotic places with no success. Our first adventure was Costa Rica. Gini and I arrived having two contacts, one whom we never could reach and the other who left a few days before we arrived. The following year we toured South America first arriving in central Chili which looks much like southern California. There were mountains facing in every direction with four wheel drive roads to the top. We arrived at Eric's house to find he was in-
Venezuela. There were no other pilots to be found even at the 500 foot sand dunes on the pacific coast. Our next stop was Buenos Aries in Argentina. Buenos Aries is as flat as Kansas and there were no glider pilots to be found there either. Reaching Rio de Janeiro we called Mickey Splane to find he had left to pick up a schooner in California but his wife gave us a couple of contacts. Arriving at the landing area I was able to strike a deal with a local pilot Celso Saguaro to fly his glider, but to no avail. An unusual low pressure system developed and it proceeded to rain the remainder of our stay.
In January of this year ( I think 1997 ) Gini and I got the opportunity to go to Hawaii. After leaving Oahu with no success of flying we arrived on Kauai determined to fly even if it was a sled ride. Kauai is the most northern and least developed of the major islands. Most of its interior is mountain forest reserve. The Alakai Swamp is poised, about 1,000 feet below Mt Waialeale. There" clouds and mist that rarely lift support a unique ecosystem where trees only grow knee high. Kauai's main attraction is its stunning natural beauty. There are hiking tails into some incredible places.
Upon arriving, I called Gerry Charlibois of Birds In Paradise. I thought with our luck he would not answer. He did. I had contacted Gerry form the states, via Paul Voight and he assured me he had gliders and that I would fly. After three days of L&V and conditions that Gerry said were anything but desirable I was beginning to believe that our destiny was to visit these places of wonder but not to fly.
I suggested to Gini that we take a helicopter ride which we had never done before. We flew over the central part of the island to the Waimea Canyon. This canyon was called the grand canyon of the pacific by Mark Twain. The northwest part of the island was an untouched wilderness of beauty like nothing we had seen anywhere. It's valleys, mountains, and canyons, so primitive and untouched it must have looked the same when the Marquesan culture ruled the island back in 500 AD. Looking at its inaccessible beauty it was easy to understand why so many movies, King Kong" Platoon, Jurassic Park and Raiders of the Lost Ark, just to name a few were filmed here. I was pumped and called Gerry to tell him I just had to fly.
We arrived at Gerry's the next day to find him busy and not into flying. I explained to him that we had only one more day before leaving. Gerry assured me that we would go even if the trades didn't return. Our luck changed that night. Before we arrived back in Princville, where Gini and I were staying, the trades returned.
Gerry called early the next morning to say lets go flying. Arriving at Gerry's' in the town of Kappa the plan was to airflow me to the Waialeale ridge about l5 miles from our starting point. While I was soaring he would return to get Gini and they would fly back in the trike to take photos. Gerry explained to me that this would be an all day venture but would be a flight I would not forget. I was excited and nervous at the same time. I'm quite glider lingual having had the opportunity to fly every glider but one on the American market, of course that's the one he chose for me to fly, a Wills Wing Ram Air. The other thing was, I had never launched from a standing start airotowing. All my previous airotows had been from a dolly. After contemplating all this for 10 minutes I was ready to go. We arrived at our air strip which was an uncompleted housing development on the east coast near the shore. The paved roads were to be our runway. The roads were separated from the lots with post and rail fences that bordered the sides like sidewalks with the occasional fire hydrant. So there I was, tow line hooked to both of my shoulder straps, pulling back against the trike as instructed, until I couldn't hold back any longer. I gave Gerry the signal that I was ready. At the same time I stopped to think about the removal of the skin on my knees if I screwed up, since I was wearing shorts. Two seconds later I was down on the control bar cruising five,feet over the asphalt at 30 mph. Before I could check to see how much clearance I had between my wing tips and the post and rail fence Gerry lifted off and I followed. Gini filmed us from the runway as we turned out over the ocean. Then we turned back heading north west starting our l5 mile tow to Wainiha about 4 miles west of Princville. Now my mind was concentrating on the weak link just in front of me. Knowing that I only had two or three hours before the clouds would start socking in the ridge I was adamant to make all corrections without putting any stain on the weak link. Gerry's trike tows at the much faster speed than the Moyes so I kept my speed up. Sucking in the bar to my belly and holding it there with slight corrections to pitch as to stay level with the trike itself. Only a few times as we hit turbulence was I worried about breaking the week link and not reaching my destination.
When we reached Princville at 3,800 FT I gawked at the beauty surrounding us. The five or so ridges, running parallel north to south, start as foot hills on the north shores white sandy beaches . Heading south, away from the pristine blue water, the lush green valleys narrow three miles inland. At this point the ridges rise to 2,000 feet, turning into steep fluted cliffs on both the west and east sides. The fluted
cliffs are covered with thick jungle vegetation. They continue south another 6 miles where they all join together at Mt. Waialeale (5,170 FT ). Each valley is between 2,000 and 3,000 feet deep, each having a river, for a valley floor. The western most ridge, which forms one of the walls of the Waialeale Valley, is the beginning of the Alakai Plateau. The plateau extends west to the Na Pali sea cliffs. (see Gerry's' article January 96, on flying the Na Pali coast.)
Approximately 20 minutes under tow we reached Wainiha our destination. I released on the lower ridge north of the Waialeale Valley at 3,400 Ff. Gerry instructed me to stay there while he returned to retrieve Gini so she could fly the trike while Gerry took photos. The ridge starts as a sheer cliffon the north shore beach at 700 feet and extends south about two and one half miles to 2,200 feet. At this point on the ridge there is large spine that juts out. This spine faces due north forming a tiny bowl or as a friend and I use the term "chimney". Behind the chimney is the beginning of the Waialeale Valley. About l/2 miles back into the valley the ridge tums southeast forming a large northeast bowl.
The air was turbulent and the lift was spotty and weak. I was working the north end of the ridge without much success. Traversing only about one mile south, always keeping my landing area in easy reach. The direction of the wind seemed to be changing every few minutes from east to north. I worked the spotty lift going back and forth to the places that most of the time were just producing less sink, sometimes finding 0 to I FPM. I guesstimated the wind speed to be around 25 MPH out of the N-NE and new if the direction turned east there would be ample lift. It didn't, I had lost 1,000 feet in 30 minutes and I new if I stayed here I was going to the " beach".
Looking over the ridge I decided to run to the southern to a small area at the end of this ridge that was facing more into the wind. Where I'm from we call these small areas on a ridge ,like 5 wingspans wide,
that are facing in a different direction chimney. From the direction of the wind my experience told me it should give me the workable lift I needed in order to stay up until Gerry and Gini returned. I arrived at the chimney at 1,600 FT with enough altitude if I didn't hit lift to make it to the beach 2 miles away. My experience paid off. As I reached the chimney I stopped sinking. Doing 'S' turns in 0 that eventually turned into 2 up, I worked my way to 3,000 feet and ventured back to the north to see if conditions had improved. I found that conditions hadn't changed and raced back to the chimney. I arrived back at the chimney at 2,400 feet to find the
welcomes lift once again.
While working the chimney the second time I finally started to relax. The beauty of this place is something every pilot should experience. No description or pictures can possibly do it justice.
Looking south into the three million year old Waialeale Valley I began thinking of the lore of the Marquesan culture. Kauai is often referred to as the home of a race of little people called Menehunes. Legend after legend tells of happy Disney like elves coming down from the mountains to produce great engineering works in stone. It seems that when the first Tahitians arrived in about 1,000 AD they conquered the Menehunes, forcing them into slavery to build temples, irrigation ditches and fish ponds now attributed to the Menehunes. The Tahitian term for "outcast" is manahue, and the diminutive social status may have given rise to tales of a dwarf size race. Fine stone works remain, but the true identity of Kauai's little people lays hidden in a secret burial cave behind one of the hundreds of 1,000 FT water falls in the Waialeale Valley.
In light lift it took a while doing S turns before I reached 3,000 feet again. Looking behind the chimney, back into the valley the ridge turned southeast forming a large northeast bowl. I was sure that the lift there would be ample.
Looking at the distance to the bowl and knowing that I would be flying down wind I figured with another 500 feet I could make it. Keeping in mind that if I got low back behind the chimney ,which acted like a dam to the valley behind me except for a narrow crevice on the east side which was letting the air blow into the valley; I needed a bail out area. I started looking. There was nothing but the river below and the fluted cliffs rising to the top of the plateau were quite intimidating. Still gaining altitude, At 3,300 feet I could see the top of the plateau behind me clearly. I was surprised to see a large treeless area and determined that I could easily land there if I couldn't make it back out.
Finally at 3,500 feet I decided to start back keeping in mind that there would be sink behind the chimney. About half way to the bowl having lost 400 feet I turned back knowing there would be a strong head wind due to the venturi. I needed to test the speed and penetration of the glider and see how much altitude loss there would be. I crested the wall of the chimney at 2400 ft having lost 700 feet on my return. I worked the lift for some time until I reached a comfortable 3,800 feet. I started back again feeling that I could arrive with enough altitude to bail out to the landing area on top of the plateau if no Iift was to be found. I knew there was no way I would make it back out to the front side of the chimney without finding lift at the bowl I was aiming for. About 3/4 of the way there I hit strong turbulence. This most likely was being created from the chimney now behind me. Being closer to the bowl and judging that I still would have ample altitude to bail out, I went for it.
Passing through the turbulence I arrived at the bowl with my fingers crossed. As I approached, the turbulence dissipated along with the sink. I arrived at 2800 feet and was going up at 100 FPM. Wanting to regain altitude I started doing short 'S' turns and was ready to bail out to the top if the Iift shut off. When I
reached 3,900 FT I felt comfortable enough to test the lift going south deeper into the island. There was lift everywhere on this ridge at this altitude so I started traversing the ridge north and south, always keeping my plateau landing area in easy reach.
I found that the lift was stronger and smoother father south into the valley most likely due to the northern component filling the valley causing the excess air to rise. It had nowhere else to go. I ventured deeper into the valley beginning to experience some light thermal activity. At 6,000 feet I was relaxed and found the visual nothing like I had experienced in my 21 years of hang gliding. Below me was the untouched Waialeale Valley . To the north was the crystal blue waters and sandy beaches of the north shore with its contrasting white shore brake. At the south end of the valley about another three miles was Mt Waialeale. To the west was the Alakai Plateau spanning about 4 miles to the Na Pali coast. To the east" running north and south were the other lush green ridges and valleys contrasted by the crystal blue ocean in the distance.
About three miles back into the valley, thinking I must be dreaming, totally aloof of the world, the wind direction changed, and the bottom dropped out. I was about 4.5 miles from the beach designated landing area. I was sinking at 400-500 FPM and started racing north, out of the valley. With about a mile to go I wasn't confident I would arrive with enough altitude to pass over the chimney, a cliff that would blocked my escape route out of this part of this valley if I arrived to low. If I didn't arrive with enough altitude to make it over the chimney I would not be able to fly to the beach-the designated landing area. Not sure If I would make it I looked at my options. One was to land on top of the plateau in the Alakai Swamp which was a three day walk out. The other was to land in the river bed below. I wanted nothing to do with that because more than likely I would never be found. I sped north!
About 1/2 mile from the chimney and sinking at 500 FPM I prepared myself mentally for the three day walk out and initiated a turn to bale out onto the Alakai Plateau into the swamp..........................................!!
As I came over the plateau to set up for a landing I ran into the best thermal of the day. AT 600 FPM at 4,600 feet and still climbing my radio sounded..........!!
Gerry ... "'George do your copy? George do you copy?"
George.. "Yes Gerry, I have a copy."
Gerry... "Where are you? Are you on the beach? I can't see you.... over."
George ... " I'm at 4,600 feet and climbing."
Gerry... "WHAT!!! ll!"
George ... "At 4,600 feet and climbing".,'
Looking out over the water I finally spotted Gerry & Gini circling up then cruising towards me.
Gerry.... "George Come out to the lower ridge, you're too far back."
Little Did Gerry know I had been touring around 3 miles farther back for over an hour, 1400 to 3000 FT higher, just a short time ago.
Gerry.... "George do you copy?"
Not answering I sucked in the bar and headed out of the valley and arrived at the chimney at 3,700 feet.
Clouds were forming on the lower ridge. Gerry started shooting pictures as I cruised north on the lower ridge. Clouds were forming below me as I headed out. As I looked down to the top of the clouds 400 feet below I couldn't believe watching a 360 degree rainbow forming around the shadow of my glider that was sitting on top of the cloud. I radioed Gini & Gerry about the rainbow. Gini and I were quite excited for we had never experienced this phenomenon before.
After filming Gini & Gerry headed back to get the truck to retrieve me. Knowing that it would take them better than an hour I played out my dream flight. The clouds were thin and they were only forming below and behind me. At this point the wind direction had turned east. There was ample lift, back where I had first released so I decided to stay and play in the inviting clouds. Diving down through many rainbows, one of which was a double, Gerry was so right. This would be a flight I never would forget.
By the time I landed 3 l/2 hours later the Waialeale valley that had frightened, charmed and made my flight possible was in total cloud cover hiding the Menehune burial cave from me for ever.
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