Today was definitely not for the faint-of-heart. There was 1000fpm-plus gnarly, butt-kicking lift. There was sunshine. There was cloudsuck. There was snow. There were frozen pinkies (particularly at cloudbase). There was fun for the whole family. But there was only Dave Palmer and I crazy enough to partake in all that fun. And partake we did, until our arms were tired, our hands were frozen, and we could stand no more. After 2-plus hours, a crossing to Raby's (where the thermals were particularly strange and strong), another back to Woodrat, repeated trips to the white room, another crossing to Raby's, and a struggle to dump altitude, my trusty wing brought my exhausted body back to terra firma. Spring flying is here!
