Welcome to foggy, dewy, harvest, foliage, early-sunset, hurricane season!
Saturday was washed out by the residuum of a storm named Hannah. Sunday featured both sunshine and clouds, the latter behaving somewhat deceptively toward glider pilots. Skip had the highest flight, but Sam claims the best flight of the day: his first in which the instructor never touched the controls. The last flight of the day introduced Jon to the mysteries of katabatic lift.
The lift ended early, we quit early, and the party started early. It was a well-attended and well-supplied cookout, due to the presence of our member-of-honor, Petey. She and Peter aren't planning to fly gliders on September 27, despite my forecast of perfect weather for that day.
Tows will be available this week, abecedarian tempests permitting.
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But did Jon see the williwaw?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katabatic
Abecedarians were a 16th century German sect of Anabaptists who affected an absolute disdain for all human knowledge, contending that God would enlighten his elect from within themselves, giving them knowledge of necessary truths by visions and ecstasies, with which human learning would interfere...
(Just in case who you were wondering was in the back seat this weekend).
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