GliderMike's Adventures

Better Late than Never

2010-01-12T06:32:00.003+03:00

I realized today I had not posted since I took my FAA Airframe test. As of October 17, 2009, I am officially an FAA rated Airframe Mechanic. I now have only four months of school left to be eligible to take the Powerplant test, and then I will be an "A&P." For anyone who isn't familiar with Aviation stuff, you have to be an FAA Rated (licensed) Mechanic to work on most aircraft in the United States. The only exceptions are the Amateur Built Experimental Aircraft which are commonly known as "Homebuilts." The reason I titled this post as "Better Late than Never," is because when I decided to start school, and told my wife I was going to do this, she told me she remembered me telling her I wanted an A&P Rating when we started running around together, before we started dating, more than twenty five years ago!

Hobie Kayaking

2009-07-23T18:29:00.026+03:00

This photo should be at the end of this series. I am getting ready to get back in the kayak after exploring the dam. You can see my "PFD" or personal flotation device is not buckled on. The adjustment buckles are in a bad position, and they wear into my back when I lean back in the seat. I will redo them, and move them to a different position on the vest so they won't bother me. It helps to be able to operate a sewing machine, and it also helps having a sewing machine that will handle the thickness of the webbing involved. The captions don't match the photos, other than the captions are in the same order as the photos. Stuff is shifting on me when it is viewed full screen. With some minor concentration, it shouldn't be too difficult to figure out what goes with what. Be sure to go all the way to the bottom, as there are some gaps in the captions, and the last caption is at the very bottom of the page, below several other captions, with no photos alongside the last several captions.

This is the view from the front seat of the kayak looking South shortly after we launched at Smith-Moorehouse lake South of Oakley, UT on Sunday July 19, 2009. After we rounded the point ahead and to the left, we saw some people with their dogs. The dogs seemed to be having a good time.

These two dogs were arguing about who could carry the stick back to the shore. The golden colored dog would go fetch the stick, and sometimes the black dog would decide to try to take the stick away from the golden dog. The black dog wouldn't go fetch the stick unless the golden dog went first.

This is the view looking South again after we passed the dogs. The haze in the distance wasn't as evident until I saw the photos. From this position it is about 1.3 kilometers to the end of the lake.

This view is after we rounded the South end of the lake, and had turned back North. From this position, it is about 1.6 kilometers to the dam (the thin light brown horizontal line even with the top of the boat). The boat is about one half kilometer away from us. I was definitely looking at the slopes in the distance as a possibility of launching my paraglider.

This little waterfall is about six inches across at the bottom where it feeds into the lake. There was another smaller waterfall about two meters away from this one. It really sounded nice. Too bad the shores along the lake are too steep to be able to camp alongside the lake. All the camping areas are either above the lake or below it. We checked out the ones above the lake, and there are several that are next to the larger streams that feed the lake. They would be nice to listen to while going to sleep.

This is an eagle's nest about thirty meters up in a dead tree. You can see the head of one of the parents on the left, and the head of the chick on the right. There were quite a few crows or ravens in the area, and we think the parents were taking turns staying with the chick to keep the crows from getting the chick. We never saw the eagles "change the guard."

We stopped here about thirty meters past the eagle's nest and had our picnic lunch. You can see more of our kayak in this photo.

This crane was perched in this pine tree. It had been in a different tree, and moved to this one, a little higher off the ground as we got near it. The photo is a little fuzzy, and I don't know why. I think I was trying to change the exposure setting on the camera by putting my hand in front of the part of the camera that determines the focal length and the exposure setting.

We stopped at the dam, and I got out to look at the spillway. Linda is steadying the kayak. This picture was done before the one that should be at the end,m but is at the first of this post.

Out with the Old, In with the Not as Old

2009-03-05T03:30:00.002+03:00

I finally got the mount for the front of my hang glider rack moved from the Old Hajjimobile to the New Hajjimobile on Monday. I bought the tags for the New Hajjimobile yesterday, and called the Humane Society today to donate the Old Hajjimobile to them. Someone will come pick it up tomorrow.

A new Computer

2009-01-21T05:52:00.003+03:00

Linda bought me a new computer for Christmas. I decided to go with Linda's recommendation, and go with a HP. It has a camera and everything. Now all I have to do is get all my software loaded. I'll see if I can take a picture of me and post it here.

Fuzzy Wuzzy

2009-01-06T05:38:00.006+03:00

I decided to get my hair cut today. I'm mailing the remains to "Locks of Love" where they use donated hair to make prosthetic hair pieces for children who lose their hair due to medical reasons, usually chemo-therapy. I will be starting school next week, and figured I might end up crawling around under an airplane. The way my hair is when I tie it back in a pony tail, it ends up looking almost like this picture by the end of the day. When I was skydiving all the time (several years ago, when the cold didn't bother me as much as it does now) I used to cut my hair in what I called a "skydiver cut." None of my hair could reach my eyes when I cut it like that. I don't have any old photos of what it looked like, but it wasn't nearly as long as it was earlier today. This is a little over three years growth. The last time I cut it, I buzzed it off in preparation for doing "NBC Training" before going to Iraq the first time I went over there. In case you are wondering what "NBC Training" is, it is training to learn how to put on equipment used to protect yourself from a "Nuclear, Biological, or Chemical" attack. When I did the training the first time around, I did mine on Saturday, and watched the other half of our group do theirs on Friday. As I watched people donning and removing their gas masks, I thought it might be very uncomfortable with my long hair. I was also concerned about the heat, and the sand. I figured it would be uncomfortable in the heat, and a lot of work to keep clean, so the easiest way to solve that problem, along with the possible discomfort in donning and removing the gas masks for the training was to whack it off. I buzzed it. There were people I had sat next to for several days that did not recognize me after I cut my hair. This time around, I decided the sand wasn't that bad, and I would deal with the heat when it came time to deal with it, and there were a lot of women who had hair longer than mine, and they didn't buzz their hair off, so I kept it. Lately, my hair has been in the way when I get out in the wind, so I decided it was time to do something. Also, since I am job hunting, it might be easier to pass an interview if I don't look like an old hippie, since I am in the middle of Conservative America. During the time I worked at GuitarCenter.com, I felt like I looked pretty conservative, even with the long hair. In this photo, you can also see the back of my hair in the mirror, and it was pretty long.

This is the view of my four pony tails from the back.You can see the reflection in the mirror, and the two side pony tails hide the two rear ones when viewed from the front.

This is what my hair looked like after the pony tails were cut off, and before it was "styled."

This is the finished product. The lady who cut my hair was great fun. She thought it was great I had wanted to do pictures before and after. If you want to donate your hair to "Locks of Love" you can go to Great Clips, and they will tie your hair into a pony tail, or four in my case, and cut your hair for free. It is the policy of Great Clips to do free hair cuts on these deals. I didn't realize it, but the back of my head, next to my neck, my hair is still brown for about the lower two inches. The rest is very grey. It sucks getting old, but at least, I'm not getting bald also.

Some of My Friends

2008-11-15T08:17:00.011+03:00

I am having a terrible time getting photos placed where I want them. I hope no one is offended by placement of their photos. Each time I add a new photo, it is added at the top of the group. I have been attempting to add text, then add photos, to go with the text, and am having marginal success. In the photo to the left, is Shankar, who works in the laundry at Speicher. If you look to the right, you can see the tube which contains my "VIEW" from my room. I decided Shankar might enjoy having a "VIEW" in his room, so I gave the poster to him.

The photo to the left here, is my friend Singa, who adopted me into his family. When I first met Singa, he had been assigned to serve Ice Cream at the DFAC for the day. He told me he thought I looked like someone from Mongolia, because of my facial features, and my jewelry. I've not met anyone from Mongolia yet, but current theory suggests the Native Americans came across the Bering Strait, and probably many would have originated in Mongolia. I've been told I appear to be Native American. When I was taking pictures of my friends, he told me he had a present for me, and gave me a Buddhist Prayer Shawl his family had given him as he was preparing to leave home to go work in Iraq. I was speechless, to say the least. I think the camera with the photo of Singa and I must have been over-exposed to the XRay machine during one of my passes thru Security at one of the airports I passed through on the way home. There will be some other photos that have similar red coloration on the edges.

This is (from left to right) Ganesh, Leslie, Me (duh) and Tikka! Leslie works in the KBR mailroom at Cob Speicher, and Tikka and Ganesh assist her in the process of getting the mail to the KBR employees. Leslie and I worked together in JMMT, until she was able to transfer away from JMMT into the KBR mailroom, which is part of the HR department at Speicher. She is the only person I know who was able to get away from JMMT without having to quit KBR to do it. They pick up the KBR mail at the Post Office, and take it to the KBR mailroom, sort it all, and make a list of the KBR employees who have mail. The list is then disseminated to all the departments of KBR sopeople will know they need to come pick up their mail.

Sunset Sledders and Life

2008-11-12T05:54:00.004+03:00

Here are two photos of me on my hang glider. These were shot about a week ago. I still don't have any photos of me flying my paraglider since I got back. The sun was to the west, and is what is causing the glare on the top picture. I set up a little better on the lower picture, to put the sun behind "Crazee Mike" who shot these pictures for me. This was the second time I have flown my hang glider since I got back from Iraq.
I finally got the chance to fly my paraglider this evening, after nearly fourteen months without flying it. I'm about four hang glider flights to one paraglider flight since I got back from Iraq. I still prefer my hang glider to my paraglider when conditions would work for either one of the two, but I definitely did enjoy the flight this evening. Conditions were light, and I only made about five turns, including the one onto final. It was getting pretty dim out when I landed. I managed to get some other pg people to take pity and give me a ride back up the hill. This was good, as my feet still haven't totally recovered from the punishment they received while I was working in the Cob Speicher Post Office on the asphalt floor that used to be a parking lot.

When I was packing my glider, I noticed I was not seeing very clearly, and discovered the lens on one side of my glasses had fallen out. Bummer, as I really didn't want to spend the money for a new eye exam, and new glasses just yet. I figure if I am going to spend the money for a new set of glasses, I should probably get my eyes checked, as it has been two years since I last had my eyes checked. Oh well, its only money.

Before I decided to leave Iraq, I was considering doing a vacation to go fly paragliders. I was considering Nepal, India, Sri Lanka, and Bali. The first three choices were because I know people who live in those countries. Part of KBR's contract with their employees includes vacations and an allowance for airfare on those vacations. The only one I took was the one they give everyone who puts in a full year. I was on vacation for the first ten days after I got back. Their contract states that if you don't use the vacations, you don't get paid for them either. I figured if I left, I'd probably never go back, and I needed the money, so I didn't go. Also, I wanted to start back to A&P school in January, and wanted to be able to accumulate as much cash as possible. If I had done the two vacations that I could have done, I would have had to stay until January 3 before coming home. I figured the expense part of the vacations, allowed for the pay and airfare allowance, and think I would have not been in as good of financial condition if I had stayed til January 3, as I am in now, even though I came home two weeks ago. There is a man I know who works for DHL whose home is Pokhara, Nepal, which is one of the premier paragliding sites in Nepal. In case you didn't know, DHL has the contract with the US Military to move the mail by air into and out of Iraq. I usually saw this guy every day, as he operated the X Ray machine used to check the outgoing mail for non-mailable items. Maybe in a couple of years, I'll get to go to some of these places. One of the groups from India has what I think is a cool web site. The club name is Temple Pilots Association. They came up with their name because most of the Hindu and Buddhist Temples are built on high places, and the Temple Pilots, like most of us involved in foot launched flight, like to fly to high places! Their web address is: http://www.templepilots.com/

I still don't have any "in air" photos of me. This evening didn't work, as it was very overcast, and very close to sunset when I launched. I also knew it was going to be too light for me to have much time in the air to be able to try the camera to see if it could find enough light to work. Maybe next time.

Flying in Utah

2008-11-03T05:53:00.005+03:00

A group of us loaded our gliders onto Liz's 4Runner and headed North to Plymouth, Utah to join Matt and Cody to fly the Short Divide on Saturday November the first. Launch is at the top of the hill near the antenna above Liz's head.

Below is the view out into the valley from launch. Cody's truck is out of sight blocked by the ridge in the lower center of the photo, and is parked next to the LZ. The LZ is about the center of the right half of the picture. Matt (launching first) and Cody (launching last) both specked out, and the rest of us had somewhat shorter flights, but we all had a good time, enjoying the last of the 70 degree weather for a while, and the comraderie of good friends. Matt took several photos and did commentary on his blog at: http://mattsbigadventure.blogspot.com/ The small speck is Matt at about three thousand feet over the landing zone, and the photo after is Matt immediately after landing.

A good time was had by all.

Get on with my life!

2008-10-21T00:24:00.005+03:00

I noticed on November 14 that I had started this post on my birthday. I spent my 58th and 59th birthdays in Iraq.
Sunday October 19, 2008, I decided 366 days in Iraq was enough. It is now early Tuesday morning here, and as I contemplate now being 59 years old, I am still glad I made the decision to leave here. My gliders have been sitting idle for too long. Linda is more than OK with me leaving here, even though I didn't take care of all the financial goals I had originally intended. I had a few distractions along the way, that offset the original goals, or I would have made them. I guess when one wants to be a philanthropist when one grows up, one must make some sacrifices. I broke down and bought a couple of throw away cameras, and will use all 54 pics before I leave here. I'll have them developed when I get home, and post the ones I like. There will be one of the stadium across from the post office where Sadam shot his Olympic soccer team, as well as some of my friends over here. If you happen to notice the pics of my friends consist of people from Uganda, Sri Lanka, Nepal, India, a few soldiers, and a very few civilians, you are observant. These people are the ones who shared their strength with me. Without them, I don't think I would have been able to do a leap year in Iraq, without leaving or going ballistic. I went postal last December, and crazy when they moved me to section 8 last March or April, and regained my sanity when I decided a leap year in Iraq was enough. I'll even take a photo of my room and post it, complete with the window with a view, courtesy of OB1. When you see the pic of my quarters, you will understand about the window with a view. later, GliderMike

Just like in the Movies

2008-09-13T23:48:00.002+03:00

We had a dust storm come through this evening. It hit here about 5:45 pm local time, and the main part of the dust had dissipated by the time I finished eating at 6:25 pm. We could see it coming, looked just like in Hidalgo the movie, except it was cloudy out, instead of bright sunshine, and the color was not as drastically red as in the movie. I kept expecting to see Viggo Mortensen come riding by on his horse at any moment! I hope to have photos available soon. Some of the soldiers I know were taking photos of the approaching storm, and I asked them to email photos to me. If they do, I will be able to post them here.

Aviator's Annonymous

2008-08-13T23:22:00.002+03:00

Today, I was exchanging emails with one of the people with The League of American Bicyclists about different stuff, and came to the full realization I am addicted to aviation. If there was an organization called Aviator's Anonymous, and it had meetings similar to Alcoholics Anonymous, I would need to belong, and go to the meetings. I am also an avid (there is a big difference between avid and expert) bicyclist, although not very current. I often tell people that my bicycles are the best investment as far as enjoyment, benefits, and value of anything I have ever done. I can't always say that about my aviation addictions, yet if I had to make a choice between the two, bicycling or aviation, I would give up the bicycles before I would give up aviation. Some people would say I have an aviation problem. I don't think so (not yet at least).

The real reason for today's post is because I added a link to another aviation site. My current preference to realize my habit is un-powered aviation, or as I like to call it "solar/gravity powered" aviation. The new link is to Soaring Space. Gloria is the owner/moderator, and had posted a comment in a friend's blog, and I had to check her site out, and...... Anyway, you can find the link in the "Links to my Friends Sites." Soaring Space also has a forum, with another group for me to discuss my opinions about things involving my habit!

I had applied for some other jobs over here. I applied for a supervisor's position, a truck driving position, and a transportation foreman's position, all within the Mail Mission. I heard the other day, I did not get the supervisor spot, which is probably just as well, and I heard today I did not get the truck driver job. Linda was hoping I would not get the truck driver job, as she didn't think it healthy to be driving around Baghdad. I interview on Friday for the foreman's position. I will gather some information about the duties and responsibilities of the job, and maybe I might be able to land it. The difference in the pay between the foreman's position, and my current position would be enough money to be able to get a new wing when I leave here in January. I have decided to leave Iraq January 3, 2009, and resume my studies to become an FAA Airframe and Power Plant mechanic. Classes start on January 12, 2009 where I will be able to pick up where I left off nearly two years ago. Anyone who reads this blog, may find it boring, but I have come to the realization, this is a good way for me to keep some semblance of a diary, so I can go back and see whether I am doing OK or not! If that doesn't make sense to you, oh well!

Peace Day and Super Taco Fridays

2008-08-11T02:59:00.005+03:00

August 8th was Peace Day, a local holiday. I'm celebrating Peace Day today. I figured up I have 21 more "Super Taco Fridays" to go til I'm out of here. The DFAC (dining facility for you folks not familiar with military terminology) does Tacos on Fridays, in addition to the regular choices of a "normal" type meal, and the usual cheeseburgers, wraps, stir fry, and healthy bar. One of the men in the Air Force commented when I first met him that they had a certain number of "Super Taco Fridays" to go before it was time for them to go home, and I've decided that is a good way to keep track of how long I have to go, before I leave. It doesn't sound near as long as four and a half months, and definitely doesn't sound as long as 145 days! I've been in Iraq for 296 days now, and it has been it has been 328 days since I last flew my hang glider! I had thought about doing an R&R in mid October, but have decided against it, as it would cut the income earning potential available between now and January 3, 2009. I've decided January 3, 2009 is my last day here, and I will return to Salt Lake City, and go back to school to complete the study and training for my FAA Airframe and Power plant rating. If I don't leave then, it will be another year before I could pick up where I left off. I figure I need as much cash on hand as possible when I leave here, so I need to "make hay while the sun is shining."

I had applied for some other jobs, and did phone interviews for two of them. One of the interviews, didn't go well for me, and the other went well, I thought. I have one more interview to go, if I get picked for an interview, that is. Haven't heard anything on either of the two for which I interviewed. The jobs I applied for, would be a pay increase for me, and I would like to have the extra money, as it would give me a little more cushion for when I start back to school. I'd like to have an additional glider, but I don't think I will have enough reserve cash to get one, so I will continue to fly the one I have, when I get back. It flies well, but isn't much of a cross country machine, which is what I would like to do. There are pilots who could easily fly my glider 100 miles, but I'm not one of them (yet). I figure I should make a 100 miler, so I can top the cross country flight I have done in one of the balloons I had. I flew 97 statute miles on one flight, and landed in 30 plus mile per hour wind. The landing was interesting, to say the least.

The stress level at work has eased off considerably, with the current supervisor, who unfortunately will be leaving in two or three weeks. He was in the reserves, and has been called up to go back to active duty. He is the number six supervisor we have had,, since I arrived here at Speicher with the post office, since the end of January, not including one of our current personnel who was acting supervisor for nearly a week.. The supervisor before this one, was sent here a week before he was supposed to go on R&R. He was not one of my favorite people. I think he wanted to be a "gangsta." He was from The Bronx, or at least that is where I think he was from, and sort of carried himself like a "gangsta wannabe." He had the "jailhouse tats" or at least they looked like "jailhouse tats," and wore his pants fairly low, like the gangstas and "gangsta wannabe" dudes. I've never been into tattoos, partially because there are so many that are poorly done, and partly because I can't think of any artwork that I want to put anywhere on my body that I will have to look at for the rest of my life.

I had sent a letter to Logan and Duncan (my step grandchildren) and used one of my "Hang Glide Iraq" postage stamps on it. Linda told me she had talked to Joey (my step daughter) and Joey had said the boys really liked the postage stamp. Linda is sending some colored pencils so I can get creative in color with the stamps, which should be fun. When I was on the day shift, I had been doing parcel inspections, and one of the soldiers had a letter he was wanting to mail. I suggested to him that he make up a stamp design of his own, since it was an option, and told him about my Hang Glide Iraq stamps. He drew a blank on a design of his own, and asked me to do one of mine on his letter, as he thought the person he was sending the letter to would get a kick out of it. Naturally, being the helpful person I am, I obliged. If anyone isn't familiar with what I am talking about on the parcel inspections, I will attempt to explain. The Department of Defense has decide the personnel here in Iraq are not disciplined enough to self police themselves about things they send in the mail. There is a long list of "non-mailable" items, and we have to inspect every parcel to be sure no one is mailing any non-mailable items. I describe the list, as "anything that can, will, might, could have, or did go bang, any hazardous chemicals, and anything listed on the list of items forbidden by General Order Number One. GO # 1, lists forbidden items, such as porn, drugs, and a bunch of other stuff.

This is all I can think of to post for now. Long Flights, Smooth Air, and Soft Landings, from GliderMike

INDEPENDENCE DAY

2008-07-04T17:28:00.005+03:00

Today is July 4th, 2008, Independence Day, and I was fortunate enough to be able to take off today, and observe the holiday. I wanted to put the title of today's post in color, but was unable to accomplish it. Being here in a war zone has made me much more aware of Independence Day, and the meaning it has. I see the helicopters land and take off from the CSH (Combat Support Hospital), and try to will them to not be needed. I know when they are flying in and out, it is because someone has been injured severly enough to need immediate medical attention, and I try to will that not to happen. As Yoda, the Jedi Warrior from Star Wars says, "Do or not do, there is no try," but I don't want to accept that I am not doing the thing with willing no one gets hurt, so I continue trying, hoping I will succeed in my efforts. Who would have ever thought a phrase with so much meaning could come from a sci-fi movie? I know back home, every one is concerned about the high price of gasoline, the rising costs of food, clothing, and other things, but here, there are people that are sometimes dieing. Much of the time over here, we are concerned about whether the PX has what we want, or whether the airconditioning is going to continue to operate, or whether the DFAC (dining facility) will have watermelon or something else we like today, or how much work there is going to be today, but the bottom line we sometimes forget is there are soldiers who are going out, and putting themselves in harms way. Some of the bases over here get "hit" fairly often, and here where I am, we don't get "hit" very often, so it is easy to forget where we are. A properly operating mortar can travel six and a half kilometers, which is less distance than it is to town from here. I am posting this to remind myself to be thankful of what I have, and to ask everyone who reads it to please do the same. Thanks, GliderMike
Oh, it probably hit 120 degrees F outside today, like it has for the past couple of weeks every day.

Holiday

2008-05-24T16:40:00.004+03:00

Today, I am celebrating Memorial Day. It has been 220 days since I left Houston, and yesterday was eight months since I left Salt Lake City. I had wanted to take last Saturday off, but I was the only fork lift driver at the post office, period. One of the other fork lift drivers was away doing a training class, and the other two were away on R&R. Yesterday evening, I was sitting on our small fork lift with three empty "cookie sheets" (a "cookie sheet" is about 8 feet by 10 feet, made of aluminum, and is used to load freight onto an airplane) looking at the back doors of the post office. I was wondering whether I could bust thru the doors, make a u-turn, and be out the front gate to "Outside" before anyone noticed, and how far I would be able to go. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered. I finally got off the fork lift, opened the doors, and took the cookie sheets to our warehouse lot. I went to my supervisor's office and asked if I could take my holiday tomorrow (on what is now today). The day was open, so here I am, off work for a day, for the first time since early January, if you don't count the move to Speicher as a partial day off.

I had told myself I would spend the day looking for a new job. So far, I slept too late to do breakfast, finished a short book I started two weeks ago, didn't get dressed til noon, had a nice leisurely lunch, and got current on my email. There will be new contracts taking effect in August for civilian jobs over here, and no one is telling whether any jobs are changing companies or not. The company has been putting out propaganda about going to work for other companies, recommending that people compare the benefits of working for the company against the benefits of other companies. Possible benefits of working for the company are paid entry visa, paid transportation home if you quit early, paid vacation with a paid travel allowance, and a few other things I don't remember. What they don't say is the possible benefits of working for another company are, being treated with dignity and respect (no guarantees there either), possible higher wages, possible better living conditions (not likely, really), and possibly working for a company that cares about the quality of service it renders. If anyone knows of any companies working over here, that try to hire a higher quality employee, someone who takes pride in their work, and is willing to go the extra mile to keep the customer happy, please let me know about them.

Another Day in Paradise

2008-04-01T09:16:00.003+03:00

Thanks for the comment OB1. I emailed my snail mail address to you. If anyone wants to send snail mail to me, send me an email, and I will send you my mailing address. I've had to cut back on computer usage, and may only be checking email every 4 or 5 days, so please don't get in a hurry. The snail mail isn't as fast as email, but it is different. If I send a post card, it will be a unique creation, and while have a collectible stamp on it. I personally think the stamps and cards should be sold to raise $ for the US Hang Gliding Teams. You can send your donations to the respective teams. If you prefer to support the US Paragliding Teams, I can create custom stamps for Paragliding also! One of the good workers here is bailing. I accused him of being like a rat leaving a sinking ship and his response was "Guilty". He and his best friend are going to Thailand to either get a job with some other company who is doing contract work here in Iraq, or they are going to buy a bar in Thailand. I should have told him it is a lot more fun being a patron of a bar than it is to work in one. It's been 35 years since I worked in a bar, and I still don't need to do that again. If you own a bar, you work every night, with no days off. Spell checker is great. I get in a hurry typing, and do the dis-lexic thing with letters sometimes. With spell checker, all I have to worry about is grammatical errors! Half of the employees of the company don't use spell checker. Every time I see something generated by the company, there are spelling errors that spell checker would have caught. I don't know if I did the dis-lexic thing correctly, but I didn't like the option it gave me.

Camp Speicher Military Post Office

2008-03-23T08:16:00.003+03:00

I did not realize I hadn't posted since I arrived here at Speicher. My how time flies when you're having fun! I arrived, along with three other people, here at Camp Speicher on January 25. Of the four of us, only one guy and myself remain. One person left after three days here. She had spent a year at the post office in the Green Zone, and was expecting something similar here. What she got was a small room with a room mate in the women's dorm, and what she was expecting was a room three times the size of the one she was in, along with a queen size bed, and no room mate. The other person that left either de-mobilized (de-mobed) or transferred, no one is sure which. The reason he might have been able to get a transfer is because the supervisor who was here when I arrived was a bigot. Were it not for the fact the previous supervisor was a bigot, the guy should have been sent home. When he left, I noticed no change in my work load. Another girl was sent to Baghdad, because she was fraternizing with the client. Another girl found a job with another company over here. We had another guy that went home three days ago. The last girl that left sorted letters, which is what I am doing. If she had been a good worker, my workload would have doubled. It didn't. The last guy that left made no change in my workload when he left. There is one more for sure, and possibly another guy that needs to leave. If the one leaves, the other one might become a worthwhile individual, but I sort of doubt it. As it is, the post office has two less people working here now, than they had before I arrived. The post office was short staffed before I arrived here. Such is the company. I have decided I won't do R&R, as I am having so much fun here, if I leave, I may never come back, so we will see how long I can hold out without a vacation. I think next available day off is some time in April, then one in August. When I get eight sick days built up, I will start taking one sick day every month, and that may help. We can accumulate up to eight sick days, then we lose what we don't use. Right now, I have four available, and April first, I will have five available. At least here at Speicher, it is a five minute walk to everywhere I need to go, which beats the thirty minute bus ride each direction every day . Well, that is about all I can think of to say for now.

Will that be chicken or pasta?

2008-01-05T13:06:00.001+03:00

It has been rather hectic here at HangGlide Baghdad Central lately. I work at the JMMT, which is the Joint Military Mail Terminal, not to be confused with a regular post office. The area where I work receives mail for all the Coalition Forces units based in Baghdad, and hands mail to the units when they do mail call on a daily basis. Yesterday, during the peak period, two of us, handed mail to 40 units. Some of the units got a lot of package mail, and some didn't. The packages are sorted, and then placed into "tri-walls". A tri-wall is a cardboard box open at the top, and about 3 feet deep. It sits on a 42" x 48" pallet. Now that the Christmas crunch is over, most of the units only get one tri-wall each day of packages. There are a few that still get multiples, as many as ten tri-walls on any given day. It doesn't sound like it should be a big deal to pick up a tri-wall of mail and hand it off to someone, until you do it for a few days. I've lost about an inch around my waistline in the last month from doing this job.

When I arrived here, we had 3 pallet jacks, and need eight, and had about a third of the staff we needed. We were about 5 days behind on getting the mail sorted and out to the units. The previous supervisor, and several of his foremen had been relieved of their duties (forced to make a choice between chicken or pasta), because they had not seen the Christmas rush coming, and the company was trying to play catch up. The trucking division was at 125% on staff levels, and the mail was at about 35%, so the new supervisors offered to take some of the excess truck drivers. They were also able to commandeer warm bodies from other job sites, not related to mail service, and put them in the mail. The military offered to assist to help us get caught up, and management resisted taking the help, until we were no longer losing ground. When we started making headway, they finally got us some more pallet jacks. When we finally got caught up, management decided to make us do box lunches at the job site to cut down on the time we were away for lunch. Each box consisted of a sandwich with 2 deli style (thin) slices of meat with one slice of cheese. Most of us would take 2 boxes, and make 1 sandwich, throwing the extra bread away. There was a lot of grumbling and complaining, and talk of quitting over the box lunches, but no one quit, which surprised me.

I saw it as a "Chicken or Pasta" push, and still believe that is what it was. If you aren't sure of what I am talking about with the "Will be chicken or pasta" question, think about what the airlines serve for meals on the longer flights. I talked to one of the main supervisors about the whole deal, and she didn't deny that it was a chicken or pasta push. I asked her how high up the person was who made the box lunch decision, and she said the person was pretty close to the top. I started watching the people who were complaining the loudest, and came to the realization that if most of the whiners left, my workload would not appreciably increase. There were one or two that could leave and actually decrease my workload by their leaving. I discussed this new supposition with her, and she commented that I was a little slow about noticing things. She worked several days helping sort mail, in addition to her regular duties to see what was going on. During the time I have been involved with the company, I have seen this dog and pony show in varying forms before. When they are overstaffed, they start with a lot of bull s*&%t to get people to quit. There was one supervisor (2 years ago) who took us all down to where the trucks were parked, after hearing a lot of grumbling (about signing paperwork every day) and told all the drivers "If you don't like it, and don't want to sign these same forms every day, I'll buy you a f*&%$#g foot locker and have you on an airplane this afternoon." My theory is management now realized we were now overstaffed, and some personnel needed to be eliminated, so they started the box lunch deal. I think they were afraid to start the box lunch deal until we were caught up. They started bringing in office staff from other sites here in Baghdad to fill in gaps left from transferring people out to other jobs, partly to see what the fall out on the service would be.

Within the last week, they caught one of the employees with alcohol, and stolen property. In case you weren't aware, the possession of alcohol or pornography by anyone in the US military, or anyone who is a contractor with the US military, are both prohibited items (among other things) in Iraq, by the agreement between the US military and the Iraqi government. He had stuff in his possession that had been reported stolen by his room mate, in addition to some alcohol. He was sent home. The managers decided to do a search of everyone's quarters for contraband, and ended up with somewhere between ten and twenty per cent of the total staff getting a choice of chicken or pasta. There were a few that voluntarily made the choice before they got busted, but most left at the request of management.

This opened up some of the housing options, and several of us living in one of the two 12 person tents or in the bus station (Yeah, it really used to be the bus transportation office), which also sleeps about twelve were given the option of moving into a "hooch". Most who were in the bus station opted for the hooch, but many of us in the tents, said "I don't think so". In the tent, I have about thirty two square feet that I do not have to share. The hooch that was offered to me would have reduced my "personal" space to about 16 square feet, which would have been my bed, and half of a closet half the size of the one I have to myself. I would have had to keep my suitcase and footlocker under my bed, and lived out of them, instead of being able to hang my clothes up, and keep my socks and underwear on a shelf in a cabinet. Because of the layout of the hooch (door at one end and bathroom on the other end), I would not have been able to put a rug down, without the room mate having to walk on it. No big problem, unless you are next to the door, and it starts raining, or if you are next to the bathroom, and the shower puts a lot of water on the floor, and gets your stuff wet. Neither choice seemed like a good idea to me. The guy who is the evening housing person, was talking like I had no choice, but to move into the hooch. If I still had to get up in the night to go the the bathroom a lot, it might have been worth it to have a bathroom in my quarters. I came very close to asking for the pasta, or maybe a salad. (I don't eat much chicken, as I have been to 2 or 3 too many chicken plants in the trucking industry.)

I'm taking my New Year's day holiday today, and enjoying the time off. I slept in until 5 am, instead of getting up at 3:45 am like I usually do. I walked to breakfast, and sat down at a table to eat, inside a building with lights turned on. Doesn't sound like a big deal until you consider the normal deal is hurry thru the breakfast line to get my stuff in a "go" plate, hurry back to the bus, and eat in the dark with the plate on my lap on the bus as it bounces along. Several parts of the road on the thirty minute ride to and from work each day are about as smooth as the upper half of the road to Commodore. I tend to wear a lot of my breakfast. If I didn't need the money, I think I would find some other way to pass the time, than work for the company. The only good thing about this gig, is that I help the soldiers get their mail, and I like to think I help them get it a little sooner, and in better condition than they would if I weren't here. If I sound like I'm whining a lot, I apologize for sounding that way. There are moments of enjoyment here, just not a lot of them. The housing situation with the company is much better than it is for the people (from India, The Phillipines, Nepal, and several other countries) who work for companies that are subcontractors to the contractors here. Those guys get rice and a small piece of chicken or fish for their meals, and have about the same amount of personal space that I would have had in the hooch they tried to put me in. They also make about a tenth of the money I make. Granted, what they make will go a lot further in the home economy than my money will go in my home economy, they still have it a lot rougher than I do over here.

Shredding Mail

2007-12-03T10:33:00.001+03:00

I'm Leaving Camp Speicher today to go to Baghdad to learn to be a mail shredder. If you get mail from Iraq that is torn or damaged, you might be able to blame me. I'll be working with the uncle of Garfield (the comic strip cat), who has been responsible for most of your damaged mail in the States up until now.

Fun Patches

2007-11-29T13:38:00.001+03:00

Here is a photo of the patches I am going to put on my paragliding harness. I may also try to pick up a couple more and put on my hang gliding harness. Linda, my wife, posted the photo for me. I still don't have a camera here, and no way to upload photos here yet.

Improvements

2007-11-16T17:49:00.001+03:00

I'm settled into the new digs, and things are looking up. My new room mate is from Bosnia, and is tolerable of the cooler temps I prefer for sleeping. He said he would prefer we turn the A/C unit off, as it is a window unit and somewhat noisy, which is very much OK with me. I was at the billeting office this evening, and the woman who had not been overly friendly asked how things were now, and I told her it was excellent, and my room mate was standing there in the office. She did the "YESSS!!!" thing with the arm motions and all, when I told her I had a great room mate. Things are definitely better over here now than two years ago.

On another note, I noticed when I was logging in, the last post showed something like 3:45 am as the time when I posted it. If I can find where to adjust the time, I will get it changed to my local time, instead of the time at home. Currently it is ten hours later here than it is at home.

Smooth Air, Long Flights, and Soft Landings.

Patented Weight Loss Program

2007-11-15T13:46:00.001+03:00

I started my patented weight loss program yesterday, and am having second thoughts about it this afternoon. If I wear my waistcoat around all the time, I'll lose weight! The waistcoat is covered by one or more patents, so I call it my patented weight loss program. I may start wearing it every other day, until I get a little more used to it, then go back to wearing it every day. It is one of the newer technology "lighter weight" systems, and only weighs about thirty or forty pounds. There are some of the guys here who claim theirs weighs upwards of sixty pounds. In case anyone isn't familiar with what a waistcoat is, it is a vest. I'll give you three guesses, as to what kind of waistcoat they give me to wear over here.

I also would like to add my supervisor told me if I needed to sleep somewhere other than my cheesebox because a roommate might think they have to have it waaaaay too warm, I should be able to find a cot out here. That way, I could sleep inside the bunker, instead of on top of it, and be able to stay cool, and keep everyone happy all at the same time. He also said if I had any problems with billeting, to let him know, and he could probably take care of any problems with them.

Busted!!!

2007-11-14T23:00:00.001+03:00

Jon, the music is more boring now. The dance floor is smoother, and the band did not spend as much on pyrotechnics as they did at the previous ballroom where I went dancing. Thanks for commenting. I was beginning to wonder if I was typing this for myself, and no one was reading it.

On to the reason for this new post.
There I was sleeping soundly on top of my own concrete bunker, curled up in the sleeping bag the company had issued to me, with my head laying on the pillow they had issued to me, on top of my Turkish rug I had purchased yesterday, and some guy starts waving a flashlight at me and saying "SIR, SIR, SIR!!!" Turns out someone had said something to the wrong people about someone sleeping on top of a bunker, and there I was - BUSTED!!!

They did give me the keys to a differrent room that only has one person in it, and he had turned the heater off because it was too hot. And, it wasn't anywhere nearly as warm as the room I had slept in before I moved my sleeping arrangements to the top of the bunker. I also have an extra comforter I can give the guy in there in case it is too cool for him, as the new room had bedding for the new occupant in it, and I don't need any additional stuff. I think I will keep the good sleeping bag and pillow, just in case I might need to find alternate sleeping arrangements again!!! If I get on top of one of the cheeseboxes, and have the cooperation of whoever is in there, no one will see me!

CheeseBoxes

2007-11-14T15:21:00.001+03:00

I went to a formal ball and we had to stay an extra day due to low visibility conditions from dust. When I got back, I dropped my stuff off at the cheesebox. I use the term cheesebox because that is what they called similar living quarters when I was at Anaconda two years ago. The cheeseboxes at Anaconda were a forty foot long container with a door and a window unit air conditioner at one end. The Anaconda cheeseboxes had 5 cots in them. The cheeseboxes here at Speicher are a twenty foot long container, and have two bunk beds in them. I had heard that at one time Anaconda had five bunk beds in their cheeseboxes. I can't imagine how bad that would have been.
When I got back from the ball, I dropped my overnite stuff off there and went to the PX to get a foot locker to store my waistcoat, party hat, ballroom dancing gown and gloves, and sleeping bag for the truck so I would not have to pack the stuff out here to work every time I went dancing. When I dropped the stuff off, there were three new people in my unit, and they had the heat set to about eighty five degrees. I turned the heat down, but did not turn the unit to air conditioning. After returning from my trip to the PX, and then dropping the foot locker off and putting my stuff in it at work, I noticed someone had removed the temperature control knob, and it was back to eighty five degrees in there. I went to billeting, and filled out a work order to get stuff fixed, with a notation that the knob had disappeared in the two hour time span between my first visit, and my final return. I also checked out another sleeping bag and a pillow. My plan was to sleep on top of the concrete bunker in front of the cheesebox. I had bought a Turkish rug while I was at the location of the ball, and tried to sleep on the concrete bunker without it. After a couple of hours tossing and turning, I went back inside the cheesebox and retrieved the rug, and placed it under my sleeping bag. It was much better after doing this. The temperature was about fifty or fifty-five degrees, and the sleeping bag was plenty warm. It was definitely better than sleeping inside the hot cheesebox.
Unless things change about the temperature in the cheesebox, I plan to continue sleeping on top of the bunker. I haven't decided what to do about waterproofing when it starts raining in a couple of weeks, but I am sure I will be able to figure something out before the rain starts.
Supposedly the cheeseboxes are a temporary deal, and people are moved into the dormitory, based on seniority of time in country. However, there was a new arrival today who left Houston two weeks after me. He was placed in the dormitory today, his first day here.

Camp Speicher

2007-11-07T17:11:00.002+03:00

I made it to Camp Speicher yesterday, and am sleeping in temporary housing for the moment. We did some orientation and driver training today, and will probably start doing some driving moving stuff around on the base tomorrow. We have orientation to the "C" sites on Friday, then should be able to go out on a convoy some time after that. The first trip out will be a "right seat, left seat" deal, where we ride along with another driver who has been at this base a while, to wherever we are going, and we drive back to here. Then we will be allowed to drive on convoys without any one else in the truck with us. I'm looking forward to getting to work. I currently don't know if I will be staying here, or if I will be transferred to another base. If I get transferred, it will most likely be to another of the "C" sites. They have "A, B, C, D, etc" sites over here, and the number one of each group is the primary base of the group. I don't have a clue as to why the sites are grouped this way, as it does not seem to be geographically sorted.

Hope everyone is well.

Smooth Air, Long Flights, and Soft Landings,

GliderMike

Traveling to Baghdad

2007-11-05T10:21:00.001+03:00

Had a break during the festivities involved to travel to Baghdad, so I thought I would do a quick post. Yesterday, we spent the day "outprocessing" to get ready to transfer to Camp Speicher. Part of the process involved, checking in our Level III waistcoats, along with NBC gear, as we can get new stuff when we get to Speicher, and avoid having to carry an extra 50 or 60 pounds of stuff while traveling. I hadn't remember how far it was to where I needed to check in the Level III stuff, so I also wore my Level IV waistcoat on the walk. I would need to let someone else verify by inspection what the GP (government property) number on my Level IV vest, so I thought I would take it all with me. I was soaked and concerned about heat stroke by the time I got there to drop off the NBC gear and Level III waistcoat. One of my friends had done the same thing, and I guess he isn't in as good physical condition as I am, so he was in trouble! He walked in, and started slinging stuff off, and was cussing (quietly, but loud enough I and the guy who was checking my stuff could hear him). When the vests hit the floor, they were clanging (steel and ceramic bulletproof plates in the vests, remember), and making a racket. I started laughing about the circus, and when Mike noticed me laughing, he got embarrassed and said "It slipped", which caused me to start laughing more. I was nearly rolling in the floor when he said that, and all three guys in the warehouse were laughing by now. Mike finally calmed down, and he started laughing. I told him later it was mean of me to laugh at him, and he said he thought it was all pretty funny now that it was over with.

We made it to Baghdad on the 5th, and overnited there. I bought some stuff at the Bazaar outside the PX there. I bought decals that say "Danger, Stay Back" written in English and Arabic, and a couple of patches saying the same thing to sew on my Hang Gliding and Paragliding harnesses, as well as some postcards. I also bought a fabric map of Iraq which is supposed to be a "survival" map in case you get separated from your convoy. AND, I bought a couple of patches for OB1, and Montana Jeff to put on the boots of their harnesses which say "American Convoy Ahead, Stay Back" If they are flying good at the comps, it will be a moot point, but if someone is catching them, maybe it will break the concentration of OB1 and Jeff's competitors, knowing they should stay back! It is a good thought anyway, and the guys should be able to get a laugh or two out of it, if nothing else.

A Beautiful Day in Paradise

2007-11-03T14:25:00.001+03:00

I finally arrived in Mesopotamia between the banks of the Tigres and Euphrates Rivers on October 20. I spent the night at the Baghdad Transition Center, then on to Camp Anaconda on Sunday, October 21 (my birthday). I celebrated my birthday by having a chili cheeseburger, onion rings, and a strawberry sundae for lunch, then having a banana split for my evening meal. I leave for Camp Speicher in a couple of days, where I will be posted (until someone decides they need more truck drivers at some other camp) for at least 120 days.

The company seems to have improved since the last time I was here, and everything seems to be a lot more positive now than before. Now, after you have been at a location for 120 days, you can apply for a transfer to another base, and they are allowing the transfers to happen. I think the improvement in attitudes and treatment is due to the current Project Manager, who is extremely emphatic about company policy of dignity and respect. He spoke to us (truck drivers) the second day we were here at Anaconda, and seems to be a straight shooter, who doesn't talk out of the side of his mouth, if you know what I mean.

Today I checked out a new level IV waistcoat, along with a ballroom gown, gloves and headdress to wear when I go ballroom dancing. The gown, gloves and headdress are made of Nomex fabric, and should be quite stylish, except for the fact everyone else will be wearing the same thing! The day I arrived at Anaconda, I was issued a tiara to wear to the dances, but it seems to be fairly heavy. Many of the soldiers refer to their tiara as Kevlar. Hope this finds everyone well. I am doing well, as I got paid for the first last days of October on November 2, instead of November 16th. During orientation they had told us we wouldn't get paid until later, as we had arrived in country after October 15th. I had the good sense to not complain about being paid early. Some of my friends from Kenya are starting to arrive here now also, which gives me more opportunity to practice the few words of Swahili I learned in Houston. There are also some Ugandan soldiers here who are also helping me learn my new language. Having a good time, wish you were all here. The house thermals look promising for flatland flying.

Smooth Air, Long Flights, and Soft Landings,
GliderMike

Finally out of Houston!

2007-10-19T21:43:00.001+03:00

I finally left Houston on the 17th of October. I had been within three hours of getting on the airplane to leave on the 9th, and they told us someone had contracted chicken pox. The guy had went to a doctor there next to the hotel on Friday, and done blood tests that confirmed the infection. He started showing the bumps and stuff on Monday after that, and called the company people. They sprang the news on us Tuesday morning. I couldn't remember if I had ever had chicken pox or been exposed to it enough to have an immunity built up, so I did what I thought was the 'honorable thing' and did a blood test the next day. I didn't get out of Houston for another eight days. When I get to feeling sorry for myself about having to hang around so long, I remember a guy from Kenya who had been there two weeks longer than I, and he ended up in quarantine until October 26. Hopefully none of the twenty or thirty people who ended up in quarantine came down with the chicken pox, which could cause them to have to stay even longer.

A Piano Player in New Zealand

2007-09-23T09:55:00.001+03:00

I think I have all my projects done, and have about 15 minutes of "last minute packing" to do, and I will be ready to go to Houston to start orientation to go back to Iraq. When I was in Iraq before, I had started a blog, but immediately forgot the password, and never posted to it. I have decided to use it for the stories I will have when I am "off base", and use this blog for stories of "inside the wire". I have a link to it in the links section. The blog is www.nzpianoplayer.blogspot.com and the link I have listed is for A Piano Player in New Zealand. The title of this post is not to be confused with the link. I have a little story about what I will be doing with the blog, and another little blurb about someone else who claims "piano player in a brothel" as their occupation. According to blogger, he is the only other person who has a blog, claiming that occupation other than me. AS most of you know, I have been using that phrase in various places for quite some time, even before I went to Iraq. I added the NZ part when I went over there. Photos may be scarce for a while. Thanks for all your support.
Smooth Air, Long Flights, and Soft Landings,
GliderMike

Ben Lomand Peak September 18, 2007

2007-09-22T17:48:00.000+03:00

This is "Oregon" Steve Siebel on his first trip to Ben Lomand Peak. The drive up was an hour and a half of dirt road. When we got there, Steve was wondering what he had gotten himself into. You can see the "Intimidator" in the center of the photo. I had warned him about it beforehand, and told him it really is not a problem, but due to its size it really looks intimidating. It is about three-fourths of a mile out there to it.

These two photos are of some mountain goats we shared the ridge with. They didn't seem to be bothered by us. I flew over them later, probably three hundred feet above them, and they didn't seem to pay any attention.
This is a shot after we all landed with the "Intimidator" and launch in the background. I had launched first, followed by Oregon Steve, then by Crazee Mike. I flew for an hour total, getting about thirteen hundred feet above launch. I could see Logan, Eden, Brighan City, and Ogden all at the same time. This was the best ridge lift I have ever flown, as I could get nearly a mile out in front of the top of the ridge, and thirteen hundred feet above the top, and still was in good smooth lift. It took me twenty minutes to get from the high point to the LZ I chose. I probably traveled three or four miles up and down the ridge sightseeing. The LZ I chose was a freshly plowed alfalfa field, which was not as good a choice as the freshly cut alfalfa field next to it would have been. When I landed, what little wind there was, was behind me, and I couldn't run the landing out fast tenough to keep from putting the nose of my glider in the dirt, and bent a down tube. When Mike landed next, he landed in the cut field, and did better, having a two mph headwind. Steve landed in the plowed field, but he also had about a two mph headwind, when he landed. I flew for an hour total as I mentioned earlier, Steve flew two hours, and Mike flew an hour and forty five minutes. It was a good day, in spite of my bent down tube.
This is a shot I took before sunset, after we had packed everything up.

Lots of Hang Gliders on the North Side

2007-09-10T07:16:00.000+03:00

John, Shadd, Dave T. and I painted the new ramp at Pete's today. It really looks good. I will give the deck an additional coat of paint tomorrow afternoon to finish it off.

There is a group from Wisconsin visiting this week, and with the combination of them and a large number of locals showing up this evening, there were about 15 or 20 hang gliders in the air this evening. It was breezy enough that there were only 2 or 3 paragliders up for most of the time. Conditions looked slightly cross at launch, but when I launched, it was definitely a Viagra day.

I was visiting with Dangerous Dave this evening, and we decided to do a Mastercard commercial that goes something like this:

New top of the line, state of the art racing glider - $7,000.00

New Instruments/GPS navigation system - $2,000.00

New State of the art, top of the line, super aerodynamic racing harness - $1,500.00

Latest super high fashion, super aerodynamic hang gliding sunglasses - $300.00

Your buddy seeing the whites of your eyes on both sides of the said sunglasses when you are launching on the first platform tow you have done in 15 years - PRICELESS!!!

Flying the North Side

2007-09-04T06:08:00.000+03:00

I flew the North Side this evening on my Paraglider, and Linda took a bunch of photos. I'm still experimenting on how to upload photos. The first group of photos are in reverse order with the later ones at the top and the earlier ones below the later ones. There are two groups of photos, and each group is in reverse order. Captions for photos are below the pertinent photo(s). It was a good evening on the North Side for me.

Linda was able to get 3 shots of Dude and I close to each other. I talked to Dude afterwards, and I think he was a little tense on a couple of the passes we made. He was able to stay up almost as long as I did, and he also was able to top land. At one point, he was within 50 feet of having enough altitude to bench up. I lacked about 100 feet ever getting enough altitude to feel comfortable enough to move back to bench up. There were quite a few people who did bench up, but they launched about twenty minutes before I did, and the lift was starting to fall off a little by the time I launched. There were also quite a few people who sank out and landed in the water treatment plant LZ.
The "house thermal" in front of the HG launch was really cooking this evening most of the time.
Here is a photo showing my excellent form pulling my wing up getting ready to launch.

The below photos are in reverse order, with last being at the top and the earliest of this group being at the bottom. Yes, I really was that low, and yes, I really did get back up above the ridge, and top land.
The order is reversed on this group of photos. My smile is so much ear to ear here, you can't see much curve on it. This was after I top landed. There were a bunch of people who sank out.
I never did quite get high enough to feel comfortable to move back to bench up, but it was close.
There were times traffic was a little thick.
I was actually getting back up here.
I really did get this low. Linda said my wing never got below the ridge, but I knew there were a couple of times I really got low. When I would hit some good lift, I'd check traffic, and if it was where I could make a couple of turns to pick up a little altitude, I did. It was a good evening for me on the North side.

Ben Loman Peak September 1

2007-09-02T08:40:00.000+03:00

Mike Gretta and I flew Ben Loman Peak (or Willard Peak, not sure which it is) north of Ogden this afternoon. This is a shot looking down the south facing launch. I call the large rock point that is slightly to the left of center "The Intimidator." Standing on launch, it looks a lot closer than the 1/2 mile away it is.

Above is Mike Gretta ready to launch, and after launching. You can get a better idea from the "after launch" shot of why I call the point out front "The Intimidator" The three below photos are me before launching, and 2 more after I am out, but still between launch and "The Intimidator". These really give a perspective of how far out the big rock point is from launch.

These 3 photos are in the order they were taken from left to right, and down. On the lower shot, I am still between launch and "The Intimidator." It REALLY is a long way out to the big rock point.

The LZ I chose was an elongated bowl between two sets of powerlines. The bowl was about a quarter mile wide from east to west, and about a half mile long from north to south. I didn't take any photos of the LZ. (I need an emoticon here, and haven't figured out how to put them in yet!) The bowl was about twenty feet higher on the north end than the lowest point, and about fifty feet higher on the south end than the lowest point. The lowest point, where Mike and I actually landed was at about the two-thirds distance point from the north end, with the last third of the LZ to the south of us. This was my "first" time to pick an LZ from the air that I knew wasn't flat, and only my second time to pick an LZ from the air, which I had not checked out on foot before the flight. I chose the LZ for relatively easy access for retrieve, and because I was sure I could end up heading uphill at the moment of touchdown. There were also some leafy trees over the very north end that I could fly over to check wind direction by looking at the leaf movements, and still be high enough to land to the north or across the LZ if the surface wind was not still out of the south. My skydiving background helped with this, and my ballooning background helped with a "guestimation" of wind speed. I was pleased with my LZ choice. You pilots who have lots of XC time may not remember what it was like on your first few flights when you had not actually picked out your LZ before launching. This LZ was not visible from launch, as "The Intimidator" and the ridge it was in kept us from seeing this LZ from launch. Next I have some photos I took after we landed, but none of the actual LZ itself. This gives a whole new meaning to "going in the bushes!" The LZ was behind "Willard Bay Nursery"

This photo shows my harness, helmet and "packing tool" in the shade behind one of the shade bushes in the area. I have a close friend who gives me a hard time about my not caring for lots and lots of trees. He likes lots of trees for the shade available from them, and I tell him you don't need so many trees to be able to find shade. This shot is for him. I'm not sure if you can recognize the packing tool is a bottle of NewCastle.

As you can tell, I'm still learning how to place my photos in the blog, so some are not as nicely placed as OB1 or Jamie Shelden do theirs, but at least I do have some photos. It was a good day. This flying site, could be a H2 site, except for "The Intimidator", the power lines on both sides of the LZ, and the fact you can't see the LZ from Launch. The day we flew it, I don't think it was a "Big Air" day, but the site definitely has the potential to be a good XC site, and a good "Local Big Air" site, with lots of available altitude. The drive up is longer (and definitely requires 4X4 with good ground clearnance) than the drive up Francis Peak (which is driveable with almost any two wheel drive), but there are not the altitude restrictions here that Francis has. Mike and I have discussed the day, and both came to the conclusion it was a good exploratory day, learning some of the areas to be able to get good lift, and some of the areas to avoid, unless you are wanting some sink. I'm not sure exactly how much vertical launch is above the LZ, as I didn't check altitude before starting up the hill, and didn't zero my memo altitudes before launching. I think it was around 4500 feet vertical from launch to the LZ. Also, Linda Watkins (my wife for those of you who don't know her) took the photos shown on this post.

Looking for Work Again!

2007-08-01T21:21:00.001+03:00

I bailed from the dump trucking job, and yesterday was my last day. Trying to figure out what I can find in the way of gainful employment that doesn't have much to do with trucking. Preferably looking for something that has to do with aviation of some sort. I hope to never set foot in a truck in the states again.

Friends

2007-07-31T02:38:00.000+03:00

Photos of a gaggle of gliders waiting for conditions to improve to launch at Bauer.

Sunday afternoon July 29, Shadd, John Russell, Crazee Mike, Sam Cox, Liz Holt, Berg, myself, and David, a friend of Shadds who drove for us, went to Commodore to fly. Most of us set up, and felt the wind at our backs for an hour or so. We had a discussion, and decided to move to Bauer for the evening glass off. We all set up, and watched Crazee Mike do a nice sledder in the Swift. Mike got the longest flight of the day. After Mike packed his glider up, we stood around some more, waiting for it to get better, and I decided it was soarable. I launched, and went nearly to the train tracks at about 20 ft above the ridge. When I turned to head back, I got below the ridge, and never got back up. I kept trying to milk it for all I could, and ended up with not enough altitude to make any of the more desirable lower LZ's, landing in the sagebrush about halfway between the mowed "landing strip" and the clear area to the east where Shadd landed a few minutes later. Shadd launched next, and got a slightly shorter flight than I did, but he did make it to a desirable LZ. Liz launched next, and conditions were even worse for her. She got one little pop that extended her glide enough to make it into her regular LZ. Berg arrived shortly to pick her up. David had arrived to pick Shadd up shortly after he had landed. I had left all my bags, velcro ties, etc at the top, so I wasn't able to start bagging my stuff until David arrived (graciously with my bags). Shad and he had things to do, so they asked if I would be able to ride back up with Liz and Berg, who were around a berm from us.

I said "Sure, no problem" without checking to make sure they were still there. My mistake # 1.

After getting my stuff bagged, and gathered together, I went to ask Liz and Berg to swing back by and pick my stuff and me up. They were gone. I went back to my stuff, watching for any sign of activity at the top. Forgetting I am with a group of friends who have the same attitudes as I do and you make sure everyone is accounted for with their rides, I get ready to start hiking for the top. I like to blame thoughts like this on my high percentage of gray hair in addition to the lack of Newcastle I had with me at the time. My mistake # 2.

I get the only Newcastle I had brought on the expedition (My mistake # 3), which I had placed in Shadd's cooler earlier in the day, and finished it about the time I was at the halfway point.
Looking at the empty bottle, I try to decide to continue to be a tree hugger and pack it out, set it down, or see how far I can toss it. The tree hugger won, so I carried the bottle with me. When I finally top the ridge, I see the Hajjimobile at the other end of the ridge starting down the hill to come and get me. It is at least a half mile away from me. I had started waving my empty Newcastle bottle when I topped the ridge, hoping it would catch a glint of sunlight (I was still in the sun at this point) so whoever was driving the Hajjimobile would see me before they started down the hill. When I get within 300 yards of the 3 people next to the cars, I realize through a process of elimination, it is Liz who is driving down. When Berg, John, and Sam see me, they all start laughing, with Berg laughing so hard he is rolling on the ground. Having had one Newcastle during my hike up the hill, I can see SOME humor in the situation. I would have been able to see a lot more humor, had I had two Newcastles. I also know that Liz (one of the most congenial people I know), not having had a Newcastle, (even though she does bring some very fine brew) will probably see no humor at all in the situation when she arrives at my stuff and I am not there. By the time I get to the guys, they have settled down, Berg is no longer rolling on the ground from laughing so hard, and John is not bending over from laughing so hard. We discuss whether Liz will be able to load my stuff or not, with mention made of her comments earlier in the day that she can load her own glider by herself. I then remind the guys that my glider weighs nearly twice what her glider weighs, so we decide John should call her. Liz did QUITE an ADMIRABLE job, and IN SPITE OF NOT HAVING a Newcastle or three, she is able to laugh about it all. I felt bad about her packing everything up for me, but not bad enough to go back down there to help her!

When she got to the top, she asked why I didn't call anyone. I said I had left the phone in the Hajjimobile, at which time she mentioned she had tried to call me when she arrived at my stuff, and my harness started ringing. OOPS!!! I think I owe Liz quite a few Newcastles!!!

Even with everyone who flew getting only sledders, Liz making the decision she REALLY likes the light weight of her new Falcon 3 (she knew this already, but loading my Northwing T2 reinforced it), and me hiking up the hill, we all decided we had a good time, and it was definitely better than a good day at work.

I have some of the best friends in the world in the hang gliding community.

In Search of the "V"

2007-07-27T09:03:00.000+03:00

This evening (Thursday), after I got off work, I went to try to find Launch at the "V" above Bountiful. Someone had told me to take Skyline Drive and it would put me at the "V". They told me I would run into Skyline Drive if I went east from the 400 North exit at Bountiful off I 15. Thirty miles later, I am coming down the road that runs up Farmington Canyon. More than half the drive was in the dark, as I didn't get done with work til nearly 8pm, instead of the 5:30 I had hoped for. At one point, I was nearly as high as launch for Francis Peak, and another time I could see Ogden to the west and Morgan to the east. This would be a nice scenic drive to do sometime when flying is not an option, but it wasn't what I had in mind for this evening. I saw a guy on a bicycle riding up the road, and he had probably done 10 miles up the hill when I saw him. If I had turned around and went back down the way I went up, I was going to ask him if he was training for the "Leadville 100". If you haven't heard of it, the Leadville 100 is a 100 mile mountain bike race that starts and ends in Leadville, Colorado, elevation 10,000 ft or thereabouts. It never gets below 8,000 ft, and I think it goes through 12,000 several times. Maybe even 13,000 ft. If you haven't walked around at 12,000 ft in a while, let me remind you there isn't much oxygen there. If I ever find launch for the "V" I am going to take photos, and maybe get someone else to take photos of me launching from there.

Things are looking UP!

2007-07-16T01:52:00.000+03:00

I got to fly this morning for the 3rd day in a row. A record for me in the last two years! And I just realized the 3 days were at 3 different sites! Paul Voight from New York graciously gave me a shirt from a "fly-in" they had in 2004 at Ellenville, NY, and it came yesterday. The shirt is Pink with Blue screening on it, and matches my glider! I wore it today, and it was great. I got to the South side late, and John and Guy Lindbergh were still flying, and it was starting to get a little rowdy. I started setting up my glider and the wind was strong enough I couldn't get the sail tensioned. I started to pack up, and decided to wait a few minutes before putting the bags back on the glider. The breeze eased up, I moved the glider 20 feet farther back from the edge of the hill, and turned it sideways. I re-started the set up process, and within ten minutes I was ready to get my harness out, hook in and fly. I launched, and flew for about twenty minutes. For the first few minutes of the flight, there was a red tailed hawk in the air with me. It seemed like he was spotting the thermals for me. A few minutes later, there was the same hawk, and I think a Kestrel. A few minutes later, there were two red-tailed hawks in the air with me. I have been able to fly a few times when one of the "Locals" was the only other one in the air with me, but this was the first time I had ever flown with two of them. It was really special to have been in the air with three different locals, with both combinations of two of them in the air with me. As I was starting to drive away, I got a phone call about a job possibility, that will be acceptable pay, and also have the possibility of starting to work tomorrow. If it works, the next several months, I will be working six days a week, but the extra money will help things out.

All in all, a GOOD day!!!

Did the interview for the job, and I think it will work well for me. I'll be driving a dump truck, and will be starting on the evening shift, working from 4:30 pm til 2 am, which actually works good for me. I have difficulty getting up four cracks before dawn if I'm going to go do something important, like flying, and sure enough don't to want to get up that early to do something like work! The owners of the company, Tom and his wife Joanna seem like good people, and I think I will enjoy them. Joanna is interested in trikes, so we might be able to get someone interested in aerotowing us!!! Things continue to look up!!!

Looking for Work

2007-07-09T17:11:00.000+03:00

I quit the over the road trucking job June 30. The communication problem seemed to be getting worse, and I couldn't deal with it anymore. The money had been falling off, and putting up with the poor communications weren't worth it anymore.

Photos are shown in the order I took them starting left to right then down and left to right. The first two are of the Hajjimobile with all the stuff I had in the truck, plus my glider, the Northwing T2 I bought from OB1, the Santana tandem and my Bianchi road bike which wouldn't fit in the truck. I carried my HG harness, and my complete PG rig with me.

The Canadian Escarpment sign photo was taken southeast of Las Vegas, New Mexico. I had hoped there would be a site suitable to launch one of the gliders and get a flight in on the way home. I should have gotten the altimeter out to check the vertical rise from the valley floor to the top, and spaced it. There is more than one highway which climbs up onto the escarpment, but I don't recall if any of the other roads have a launch site that would be easily accessible. I would estimate the vertical to be fifteen hundred to two thousand feet above the valley floor.

The photo with all the trees is south of Taos, New Mexico. I stopped in Taos and had lunch at Michael's Kitchen, undoubtedly the best Mexican food in Taos. Their food is so good, you can have it without having a beer to go with it. They don't serve any alcoholic beverages there, and they still stay very busy. Michael's is a couple of blocks north of the Square in Taos, on the west side of the highway going thru town, if you ever get a chance to stop there.

The next two photos are from the Rio Grande River Bridge west of Taos, where I made my second bridge jump in 1982. The LZ I used is the triangular shaped area in the center of the photo. It looks pretty flat, with not much obstructions from 700 feet above. Looks can definitely be deceiving.

The Buttes are the Brazos Buttes, which are west of Taos on US Highway 64, about fifteen miles East of Tierra Amarilla, New Mexico. I camped out at a picnic area overlooking these Buttes at the site where I took this photo of them the night before I jumped the Rio Grande Bridge. The Aspen trees in the area are currently plagued with web worm, and appear to be dieing, which is really sad to see. This area is definitely one of the prettier parts of Northern New Mexico, in my opinion. This range extends north to Cumbres Pass, where you can ride the Cumbres and Toltec Narrow Gauge Railroad that runs between Chama, New Mexico, and Antonito, Colorado. I think the scenery on this train is even more fantastic than the scenery on the Durango train, sixty five miles West of Pagosa Springs, Colorado.

The next photo is of the sign marking the Continental Divide where US 64 crosses it west of Chama, New Mexico. North of here along the Divide (about fifty miles) is Wolf Creek ski area in Colorado, where they usually get some of the most inches of snow in the lower forty-eight. Most of the "Fourteeners" in Colorado aren't very far off the line of the Divide as it moves north.

I got back to Salt Lake Tuesday evening July 3, and stopped by the Point on the way to the house. I had flown at Wallaby Ranch the week before, and the velcro on the lower zipper on my HG harness wasn't holding. I had replaced the zipper some time back and used 1 inch velcro, instead of the regular 2 inch velcro. I had tried to "knee out" before I took the zipper out, and wasn't able to break it loose, so I thought I would use 1 inch instead, and it wasn't holding anymore. I got in a nice 45 minute flight on my paraglider. I had bought the G Sport from Dale Covington over Memorial Day weekend, so now none of my gear is borrowed. I slept most of the day on the 4th, then flew my hang glider Friday morning after adding more velcro to the zipper. A group of us were going to do some platform towing on Saturday, but the 2nd pilot to launch had problems and ended up in the hospital. My theory is he went thru a fairly large dustie immediately after launch, and couldn't compensate enough to overcome the problems the dustie caused. He doesn't remember exactly what happened yet, so we don't know for sure what the exact cause was. Hopefully he will eventually regain memory of the incident, and shed some light on it. Memory loss is pretty normal if there is head trauma involved on a deal like this. I hope to get the photos from the camera downloaded sometime soon, and update some of the older posts awaiting photos.

While I was at Wallaby, I was visiting with Mike Barber, and he commented "I won't live somewhere that has a traffic report." Traffic within a 15 mile radius of Wallaby is usually light enough that there is no need for a traffic report. The last time I was in Washington state, it seemed like most of the state was laid back enough that it might be possible to not feel the need for a traffic report, even in Seattle! I attribute the phenomena to the use of medicinal marijuana. Use is common enough to offset the crack in the public water supply. I think there is a conspiracy among the auto manufacturers, oil companies, and auto repair people to put large amounts of meth or crack in the public water supplies in most of the United States. This causes people to drive in various states of altered consciousness, creating more sales for each of the three groups. The various medical related businesses and professionals may also be involved in this conspiracy. I think the insurance companies are receiving kickbacks from the people involved in the conspiracy, also. Of course the insurance companies keep raising their rates to compensate for the increased costs, so they may be gaining profit also, and be directly involved in the conspiracy.

Drive safely, the life you save could be mine!

Write if you find work!!!

Still Working, The Cadillac Ranch, and Devil's Slide

2007-05-21T00:35:00.000+03:00

Two of these photos were taken at the Cadillac Ranch on the Western edge of Amarillo, Texas. If you have never seen the Cadillac Ranch, you probably thought is was only a Tall Texas Tale, and did not really exist! I don't know how long they have been there, but I know for sure at least thirty years! Thirty years ago, the Cadillacs were all pink, before it became acceptable for regular people to put graffiti on everything. I think it became acceptable for people to drive like everyone else on the road was their worst enemy at about the same time as it became acceptable to "tag" everything in sight.

The photo in the right corner is of Devil's Slide here in Utah, almost directly east of Salt Lake City on Interstate 84.

I hauled a load of dead pigs from SeaBoard Packing in Guymon, Oklahoma to down near New Orleans. The load was supposed to be ready by 4pm on Tuesday, with a "Drop Dead Time" of 10pm Tuesday nite. They woke me up at 3am Wednesday morning to let me know it was finally ready. The "Drop Dead Time" is the latest time the load can be ready and still be delivered on time. I went thru Altus, hoping I would be able to hand it off to another driver, who would be able to run from Altus to the delivery points within the allotted time frame, and do it legally. The distance from Altus to the delivery points was such that it could be done within the parameters of the rules, and still be legal. The distance from Guymon to the delivery points was far enough that a ten hour break would be needed somewhere in between to do it legally. There wasn't enough time from when the load was ready and when the first stop delivering it to be able to take a full ten hour break, even after changing the appointment times to the latest available for the first stop. They didn't have anyone available to hand it off to, and my new dispatcher had the nerve to tell me: "It has to be there." I have zero respect for her now. By the time I was East of Dallas, I was so steamed, I decided I would bail when I got back to Altus, and asked for a load of chicken going back to Altus so I could clean the truck out after I unloaded in Louisiana. When I got to Lawton to unload the chicken, they sent load information on a load going to Utah, so I called Linda and talked to her. She convinced me to go ahead and take it, then while I was home, I could look for a local job that would pay somewhere as close to as much money as I was making now, rather than be unemployed while looking for work.

Deals like this one put a driver in a bad spot. If you don't go ahead and do it, they can say you didn't make your deliveries on time. If you screw up and don't fake your logbook properly, they can reprimand you for falsification of your logbooks. If the scales are spot checking logbooks, and you don't have everything where it looks legal and believable, you can get an expensive fine. This is/was the last time I will do one of these deals, as I can't stand the stress of worrying about getting caught. If you end up in an accident, the ambulance chasers will hang you out to dry, even if you weren't at fault. They can claim that if you had been going by the rules, you wouldn't have been there, and the wreck wouldn't have happened.

The topper on the whole deal is: the people at the first stop didn't unload all their freight, and I had to go back there to let them unload the last of it. Since I hadn't been present to watch while it was being loaded, I had no clue what was supposed to come off there, and what was supposed to go to the next stop. They had scales there and I rolled across the scales to try and get a feel to be sure whether or night they had taken more than they should have. The numbers looked like they hadn't taken too much, so I wasn't overly concerned about them screwing up and not taking enough. I did get to unload it without having to have an appointment, and have the satisfaction of unloading something at a Wal Mart distribution center at a time other than when they normally receive products. I think the people at my company knew I was at the point of hauling it back to Altus, and let them deal with it if things didn't happen in a reasonable manner. I'm really getting tired of trucking.

Back to work

2007-05-15T02:42:00.000+03:00

When I got back to Altus today, and tried to turn in my fuel cards, the guy in charge of that department wouldn't take them. He asked me what need to happen for me to keep them, and I told him I needed a different dispatcher, and regular, quality home time withLinda. He said, no problem, we can fix that. I think it is actually going to be fixed! I should've gotten serious about quitting before. See those of you who are in town over Memorial day then.

North Bound on the South Bound Side

2007-05-07T15:37:00.000+03:00

I'm in Wytheville, VA this morning heading North on Interstate 81, which at this point is also South on Interstate 77!!! I finally got the photo posted July 9, only two months later. I'm heading for Vineland, NJ with 42,000 pounds of Mexican avocados. I've driven across the Appalachian Trail once this morning, and will cross it again later today, and again tomorrow morning. One of these years, I'll hike it, the whole thing, if I don't die first.

Saturday I put in for time off, starting May 20, 2007, and going back to work October 22, 2049. I added a note that the going back to work was after my 100th birthday. My dispatcher didn't pay much attention to my request, as she initially read it as off on May 20 and back on May 22, with no regard to the years. I sent her another message, spelling the months and including the days and years, to be sure she got the dates correct, and I would be ready to go back to work after 42 years, 5 months, and 2 days, and she replied, "Yes, it doesn't make any sense to me." I then replied, "It's called 2 weeks notice." Her lack of attention, is part of the reason I decided to bail. I had asked for a routing request from Laredo, TX to Vineland, NJ, and she told me to give her an ETA after I had the wagon loaded. If I was going to be able to give her an ETA after the wagon was loaded, I wouldn't have asked for routing! Haven't decided 100% to bail on the 19th, but I'm 99% sure. This gig is definitely geting into my flying time. I'll see if I can find gainful employment with at least one weekend day off, based in Salt Lake City. I'd prefer to find something that doesn't involve me with driving a truck. We'll see what happens.

Later, long flights, and soft landings,

GliderMike

a Swift at the Point of the Mountain

2007-04-30T08:00:00.000+03:00

I happened to be at the North side of the Point of the Mountain one day this last week, and got to see a Swift pilot launch there. The photo isn't the best, but it beats nothing. The glider was relly pretty in the air. I bought a harness and reserve for the Firebird G Sport PG wing I have borrowed, so I have a complete flying machine I can carry in the truck, in case the opportunity arises to be able to fly when I am out.

Attempting to get some air time

2007-04-02T09:06:00.000+03:00

I borrowed a Para Glider wing, and a Para Glider harness, and was hoping to get some air time today, but alas, the weather gods were not cooperating today. Linda took a couple of photos. The first indicates how cross the wind was with the hill, which is the main reason I didn't get any air time. The second, she took, because she thought it looked like a nice photo. I must admit, a Para Glider is much easier to lug around than a Hang Glider. The white portion of the glider framing my head is the nose of the wing, where the air enters the wing to pressurize it. The breeze was very light when this photo was taken, and there was enough air pressure to make the glider billow around me.

A Nice Lennie

2007-04-02T08:59:00.000+03:00

As I was on the way home, I passed thru Albuquerque, NM and took these two photos of a classic Lennie over the Sandias. The one with the trucks in the foreground doesn't look as good as the other. Neither looked as good as the lennie looked twenty minutes before I took these shots. Might've been a good day for flying a glider, and launching from Sandia Peak.

Shiprock, or Rock with Wings

2007-04-02T08:38:00.000+03:00

I took these photos of Shiprock, near Shiprock, NM on the way to Laredo, TX a couple of weeks ago. Shiprock is located in North Western New Mexico, about 6 miles Southwest of its namesake. In the top photo, you can see the telephone wires in the foreground. One of these years I will go back to some of the places I visited
when I have time to be able to stop and get better photos. I probably have photos of Shiprock somewhere, as I have been visiting this site for many years.

Members of the Sierra Club first climbed Shiprock in 1939, which did not sit well with the Navajo Nation, as Shiprock is a sacred site to them.

According to information I found at: http://www.lapahie.com/Shiprock_Peak.cfm and at: http://www.sacredsites.com/americas/united_states/shiprock.html the early Anglo-Americans called it Shiprock because of its resemblance to the Clipper sailing ships of the time. The Navajo Indians called it Rock With Wings. There are a couple of other smaller formations south of Shiprock itself, but there were no places for me to stop in the truck to take photos. I came back thru here going North last week, and there was one area where all three formations were visible. I was wanting to pull over to take another photo, but the truck isn't small or light enough to be able to park off the narrow shoulder for a photo opportunity.

Dodge City, Kansas

2007-03-12T21:11:00.000+03:00

This is a photo I took in downtown Dodge City, Kansas. The day I took this photo, it was late in the day, and the visitor information center was already closed. Sometime when I am back in Dodge City, I'll add another post, with more photos, and maybe I can find out if "Boot Hill" is still there. Boot Hill was the pauper's cemetery where people were buried who had no money for a funeral, with most of the "residents" being outlaws, and the like.

North Texas Picnic Area with Shade Trees

2007-03-12T21:01:00.000+03:00

This is a picnic area in the Panhandle of Texas, complete with shade trees. There is another picnic table to the right of the top photo, which only has an awning over the table, and no shade trees. The shade tree I am leaning against is the one to the left side of the photo with the three shade trees. You have to look closely for the third tree, which is between the two larger trees. Part of the reason for this post, is, my best friend Garry (aside from Linda, my wife) lives north of Charlotte, North Carolina, where they have entirely too many trees for my comfort. I wanted Garry to see what it looks like near where I have spent most of my life, so he might be able to understand why I think there are too many trees where he lives. Garry says the trees are good so you can have shade.

Gloss Mountain State Park

2007-03-12T20:20:00.000+03:00

While on the way to Dodge City, Kansas to look for Dorothy and Toto, and also to pick up some FHC (for human consumption) dead cows to take to Florida, I came across this park. I had been looking at the bluffs for quite some time before I finally reached them, as visibility in the plains of Oklahoma is normally quite good. I am not sure what the rules for flying in state parks in Oklahoma is, so I'm not sure if I could legally launch from here or not, but some of the bluffs south of here would be launchable, as they are not in the state park. If I had a Paraglider rig, and had it with me, I would have done a sunset sledder from the location of the top photo, and claimed ignorance if anyone complained. The third photo is a slightly different view from where I would have launched from that day, if I had had gear with me. The wind was coming straight in where I shot this photo, but is probably not a common deal, as the wind was out of the north, north east the evening I shot these photos. I have seen several sites in northwestern Oklahoma since I shot these that might be flyable, under the right conditions. Most only have a max of 200 ft vertical, so launch timing would probably be critical to get a soaring flight. These are the only photos I have taken in the area, as most of the rest of the sites didn't have a good parking area close, and/or I was on too tight of a schedule to be able to stop.

The bottom photo is of the Hajjitruk in the roadside parking area at the park, looking south. The second photo is looking southwest from the west side of the bluff I could have launched from. I can say it is a Hajjitruk, as it has been to one of the hanggliding Meccas, namely the Wallaby Ranch, in Florida. I didn't get to fly the day I went, as it was too breezy to fly that day, but at least I got to relax that day.

If I can remember how to move the photos, I'll change the order, so it will be more logical.

Loss of a friend and the trip to Oklahoma

2007-02-04T07:19:00.000+03:00

When I was checking the Forum at HangGlide Utah, I found out Brett Pendleton had died in a skiing accident while I was gone. I, along with everyone else who had known Brett, am saddened by the loss of him. Brett was one of the nicest people I have had the pleasure of knowing. I remember after I returned from Iraq, and was at one of the Utah HangGliding and ParaGliding Association club meetings, Brett told me he was glad to see me back from Iraq, and he was glad I had made it back from Iraq safely. The way he said it, made me feel like he really meant it, and wasn't just saying it out of courtesy. I think Brett had the knack of making everyone he touched feel like they were special.

I took a couple of photos of the Hajjimobile with all of the Joad family's belongings in and on it after I arrived in Altus, Ok to start the new job. I also took one photo on my trip up Interstate 5, which was in new territory for me. I had never been over this section of road before. There were some other places I would like to have shot some pics, but either the lighting was very bad, or I wasn't allowed to stop in the truck. The Columbia River Gorge was pretty, and from what I could tell in the dark, the area between Pendleton, OR and LaGrande OR on the east side of Cabbage pass was pretty with the frost on the trees.

On Hold

2007-01-13T02:15:00.000+03:00

Friday January 12, 2007. Western Oklahoma and the panhandle of Texas are getting hammered with an ice storm, and will continue to do so for the next couple of days. I still had some honey-dos left to take care of, and Linda talked me into staying until early next week. The projects probably would've been allowed to slide, were it not for the ice storm. If the Hajjimobile was in better shape, I might've gone on anyway, but I don't think it would make the trip if I pushed it hard, and it needs to last another year or two. It has started snowing again this afternoon, and we are supposed to get another couple or more inches of snow. We may go XC skiing or snowshoeing tomorrow.

It was too cold for us "woosses" to go out snowshoeing or xc skiing. We drove to the place we were going to play, sat in the car, and opened the doors a couple of times, and decided it was waaay to cold for us. I'm getting to the point I really dislike winter.

Leaving Utah

2007-01-11T21:35:00.000+03:00

The Hajjimobile and Northwing T2 glider

It has started snowing, and there is about 2 inches on the ground already. I finished the EagleFeather glider bag last nite, and have my glider on the Hajjimobile ready to head to Oklahoma. I still need to do some "honeydos" and put bike mounts on the top rack of the Hajjimobile, as I am taking both my solo bikes and the tandem (bicycle) as well as my NorthWing T2 glider with me to Oklahoma.

In case you are wondering about how I came up with the name of Hajjimobile for my car, it is because a Hajji is: "One who has made the Pilgrimage to Mecca", and the Hajjimobile has made the pilgrimage to one of HangGliding's Mecca's, namely, The Point of the Mountain, Utah. If I offend anyone with my car's name, I have two words for you: lighten up.

I'll park the tandem at Linda's sister's house, and take the solo bikes and my hang gliding harness and related paraphenalia with me in the truck. I hope to get back to riding at least every other day, and hopefully will be able to get some flight time occasionally in Florida while I am on the road, and in Oklahoma when the truck goes thru the shop for regular service. This is a photo I took this morning before I put the bike mounts and bike rack on.