Winds were forecast light out of the southwest and it was blowing right in on launch, pulled up the bag and immediately started going up with minimal forward penetration. Stepped on the speed bar and started creeping away from the hill still climbing at a good rate. The valley flow was trying to suck me into Elk Park which is a canyon to the north and a well known venturi. The air was pretty laminar but still exciting enough for me not to whip out the camera for some some shots of the lady as I passed by. Was obvious I wasn't going to make the LZ and Impress my lady with a tap dance landing, so I picked one that looked flat enough and focused on being aerodynamic enough to make it there in my flying jellyfish. I dropped down low enough to get into another wind gradient that I was moving at a less puckered speed and prepared for what turned out to be a downhill down wind landing with a nice crater. Wadded up my gear, cursed paragliding and started walking back to my car. Holly wasn't impressed.
Our lady of the Rockies, which is a mother Mary shrine for some rich guy's wife that died of cancer, erected in the late 80's early 90's. I thought it was an astronaut when I was a kid. They light it at night and you can see it for miles, pretty crazy looking.
The ramp of death which is out of commission at the moment. This was the original psycho launch built by Don Lapinski and some other hardcore pilots with brass balls. I flew off it once in my hang glider and it was pretty exciting, not much running room you just pull in and jump!
Into the famous Berkley pit
Styles in the penalty box
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I WAS TOO impressed!
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