Mike with his new gigantic glider
Memorial Day weekend, where Sunday had an orienteering meet for Nancy and me to go to, followed by some lighthouse visiting in Connecticut. Sunday seemed like the best best for flying (turned out to be so-so, I think), as Monday looked blown out, and Saturday rainy. But the weather cleared up on Saturday afternoon, and I called Rhett to see if he was towing at Tanner-Hiller. He was there, and said that the conditions looked pretty good. I quickly tossed a couple of gliders on the roof of my car and headed over.
Tanner-Hiller is the closest flying site to my house, less than an hour away. The aerotow training that I did in Florida back in December was largely so that I could fly there. I had yet to tow with Rhett, though, who is widely regarded as the best tug pilot around. When I arrived, Mike A, Max K, and Michelle were already there, but no gliders were set up. The sky was clearing, so I asked if we were waiting for anything in particular, and Rhett said to go ahead and get ready.
Rhett got me set up with tow release equipment while the other three got ready to fly. Michelle went first, followed by Max, while I preflighted my Falcon. In the process, I found an assembly problem that had me perplexed, and I was just about convinced that I’d have to take it home to figure it out, and not actually fly. Rhett took a look when he came to tow Mike, and deduced the mistake I had made when putting the sail back on after Marilyn had done some repair work. A couple of minutes and a Philips screwdriver was all it took to straighten things out, and I was back in business, and ready for my first flight on this particular wing in over two years.
I was in position on the cart when Rhett returned. He hooked me up and provided some advice as to what to do if the control bar pressure didn’t feel the way way I wanted (the position of the tow point was a bit of a guess). A thorough hang check, and he headed for the plane, and when I was ready I gave the signal and we took off. The slight wind had died down by this point, and the tow was perfectly smooth and uneventful. He dropped me off near the airport, and I scoped out the rain that he had mentioned off to the west. I took a gentle sledder back to the runway, landing near the hangar shortly before the sprinkles started. A hurried packing-up ended the day, and I had a new flying site under my belt.
And Sunday turned out to be a beautiful day for visiting lighthouses.
flights: 1, duration: 0:15