I’ve wanted to fly Mt. Tom for quite a while, and I finally got a chance to show up, with Jon A and a bunch of other PG pilots. I could make a long story out of this, but the short version is that at a site where it’s important to launch well, it doesn’t work out if you launch very poorly — see picture above. I ended up in the bushes, they helped me carry the glider back up, and I packed up and went home. No injury, and only minor damage to the glider, nothing that would make me hesitate to fly it if I were being chased by zombies.
It’s been that kind of week. As I write this on Wednesday night, the Check Engine light in my car has come on.