My calendar must be broken. It thinks that it is still winter…
Over the weekend Dave and I headed up to Newcastle in the hope of maybe going round in circles with some of the locals. Ryan, Dan and Karl also drove up to to check out the night life.
Saturday, started out pretty average. 8/8 cloud cover and base below the hills. We head out to Freeo’s at 10am but things still weren’t looking good. After a whole lot of procrastination eventually it was 3pm and it was on at Scenic on the coast. Low ridge runs were the order of the day. Not booming but at least it put a smile on our faces for the BBQ at Mon and Scott’s that night. That night the food was great as was the mix of a nice bottle of red and Scott’s stories from the World’s the week before.
Sunday, we wake a little later than usual to the nice surprise of sunlight streaming through the curtains. Conversation revolves around heading out to Brokenback. There’s a whole lot more enthusiasm amongst the usual crowd today. Dave and I are stoked as we’ve had some great flights from the North facing cliff launch.
Mon and Tink graciously offer the drive for us (A big thank you girls!) so we head off to launch. Along the way things start to look ominous with cloud base getting lower as we head inland. Our fears were short lived though as once it started to burn off it dissipated very quickly.
Arriving on launch saw many of the familiar smiling faces we come so accustom to when travelling to a random hill in the Hunter. It’s great to catch up with everyone who missed out on the BBQ the night before. Our thoughts soon turn to flying when Cam lobs off and goes up.
Launching today could have been pretty tricky but everyone knows what they’re doing and we’re all off the hill in minutes despite having to wait for nil wind cycles as it was predominately blowing from over the back.
At first, lift was pretty good but I failed to commit to my first solid climb with Scott and Cam among others. I saw which direction they took off in but being 200ft below them I was not sure how much height I would have up my sleeve to make the next ridge south along the range.
Things got slow and scratchy after that. Several guys had a go at getting back but they were not having much luck landing at a few km away. Eventually Dave and I were left on the ridge together. For at least half an hour we scratched at ridge height in little more than zero sink. The day was still relatively young so we hang on for a good climb. It came in the form of a messy 2m/s climb to about the same height as Scott left. So that was enough for me.
I tracked back to a cloud along course back to Newcastle (the optimistic goal) but was greeted with the climb of the day along the way. Huge, smooth and 3m/s to cloud base. With the recent rain in the area I was keen to stick to the relatively dry mountains. This worked for a while with a couple of low saves along track down the range. I ended up landing a couple of km short of where Cam and Donny ended up - Bellbird (not that I knew it’s name while I was enroute). Scott made it back to Cessnock and landed at one of the ovals in town. Dave managed to get high as I was heading off and had a dig at heading down the ridge.
A fun day sharing the air with a whole lot of great pilots and even better retrieve crew. Thanks again, Tink for driving to random paddocks and picking us up, Scott for putting me up for the weekend, and especially Monica, for all the above.
Mon also managed to take some great pics of Scott, Dave and I.