Breaking Free!

I've gone and done it. I've gone and flown x-c and now want more, more, more!

Thursday afternoon we went to Bridal launch, hoping to scratch around the hill for an hour or so. Conditions seemed light and only one pilot was in the air. We took off anyway and found the one thermal working near launch (yay!) so we topped up to get high and go somewhere. Derek got up first and waited patiently for Martin & I so we could fly east together to Gloria (a small peak about 6 km from launch). When we finally groveled our way up, Martin & Derek went for it while I hung back hoping for one more thermal. I caught one (yay again!) & headed x-c while the boys came back, too low to make the trip. Crap! I'd been hoping to follow someone my first time over and all the help I got was Derek telling me on the radio that he'd found nothing but sink where I was headed. But Lady Luck (who, BTW, abandoned me in Las Vegas earlier) showed up and placed some happy little thermals along my path. So I tagged Gloria, hollered a little & flew back all by myself. It was amazing.

Two days later we're back at Bridal, although by now everyone had heard it was ON so launch was crowded. That same thermal was waiting so with my new-found confidence I hooked it and pushed east to see what the other end of this range looked like. At the 2nd ridge east of launch I was about to radio Derek to come over & show me where to fly when I saw him following one ridge behind. Due to my lack of patience and his desire to be as high as possible I still ended up leading about 90% of the time.

What a gorgeous, adrenaline-filled flight this was! I learned so much, like that the hunger for a thermal when there's no LZ beneath you is so different than the hunt for some lift when you're just bobbing around launch. We got beamed up in a mean, scary thermal that made my vario squeal and was pushing & tugging & trying to kick me out the whole time. From there it was an easy glide to Ludwig at the end of the range.

Of course as soon as I tagged it & turned around all I could think about was how bad I had to pee. It was 11 km's to the LZ so depending how often I had to slow down to thermal it could be a while until I'd be able to do anything about it! I kept my mind on making it back & waving at the 2 or 3 other pilots who were also flying towards Ludwig. A thermal took me in close to the hill and overtop of a beautiful waterfall, whose soothing sounds did NOT help the bathroom situation AT ALL.

But I made it...a 23 km out-and-return flight! Some nice congrats from other pilots on leading out (and amazement from one pilot who couldn't believe I'd done it on my 2nd x-c flight ever!)made the day even sweeter. There were fist-bumps all around (yeah, I'm trying to establish the fist-bump in Canada, heh heh) and adrenaline coursing through my blood for 3 hours after. Just when I thought I'd come down off my high I'd notice that my body was still twitching (seriously) and the words coming out of my mouth were still speeding out of control.

And I thought I was addicted to paragliding before...

p.s. Thanks to Karin for driving me to the nearest washrooms as soon as I landed.

Spring is springy

Ah...spring. The first thermals hit and...boing...up you go! And just like a bouncy spring...thwang...down you go! It's been an interesting start to the season. I planned to out-fly everyone since I'd stayed current by getting in my sledders during the winter. Reality? Slightly different. Pilots standing on launch, nervous because they haven't even touched their wing since the fall, take off & fly x-c their first day out as I watch from the LZ of shame. WTF?

Ok, it only happened once or twice. The last time it happened though I actually threw a tantrum. A 5-year-old-denied-their-favourite-sugary-treat-type tantrum. I was close to tears as pilots were gushing to each other all around the LZ about their epic valley crossings. Luckily a calm, calm pilot began talking very gently and put everything in perspective. The details of his speech aren't necessary, let's just say the outcome was that I calmed down immediately and decided to stop being so emotionally invested in my flying.

The revelation came a bit too late though as my tantrum was fodder for some "good-natured" teasing during para-waiting moments over the next week. Ha ha, very funny everybody. :)

And even though I am not emotionally invested in my flying anymore (well, to the point of tantrums at least), I'm excited to report that my subsequent flight to the one the sink monster claimed victory to was a personal best. I flew home! Not a long flight (it was just over 8km) but it was my first time committing to the task & making it. Check one resolution off my new years list!

So...yeah...flying still makes me super-duper excited. The lessons learned this year are the basic life lessons we are presented with time and again - don't compare yourself to others, focus on your accomplishments and not your failures, always do your best. Still, it's so much easier to abide by those words after a good flight than after a bomb out!

New Year's Dreams

Happy 2009! This will surely be the year of epic flights, adventure and world travels. After last year's sub-prime local flying we all deserve it!

I'm gazing out my window to where there should be a mountain (the one that I'm launching from in the above photo) but instead there is a sheet of white hiding it that is probably dumping more snow on the hiking trail up there. Sigh. Yesterday after a c-c-cold short flight I was contemplating how absurd it is that I live in a tempermental rather than temperate climate. Really, why am I somewhere cold and have to travel to someplace warm if I want to fly? Shouldn't I live where it's warm & flyable year round and if I really want to experience some nasty weather I can hop on a plane & go there? Time to google "the best place on earth to live to fly all day in the sun". (whaddya know, there's a website called bestplaceonearth.com, although the only activities they classify that with are surfing, skiing, climbing and diving).

Anyway, most of the paragliding websites have their comps, fly-ins & clinics for '09 set up, and if I go to every one that I'd like to this year it should only cost roughly $568,000.00. That gives me about a month or 2 to work before I take off, so all that's left is to find a way to make half a million dollars before then!

Martinas Everywhere!

(picture taken last week on a cold sledder. little dot in the sky is an airplane way above me, maybe going somewhere warm & wonderful with a full load of gliders...)

Since it's supposedly gusting up to 70km/hr today (and has been all week) I'm obviously not flying. So it's immersing myself in all things paragliding online, and boy did I get tangled in the web today (what time is it? how long have I been in here?). I started snooping around the pages of the world governing body for paragliding and looking up who the top pilots in the world were. Then for fun I went through the list of top women pilots in the world. There were 6 "Martina"s listed, and yes one of them was me! An Italian, 2 Germans, a Czech, a Swiss and a kickass Canadian. Looks like my performance at the Rat Race, no matter how dismal, entered me into the world rankings. And I wasn't even last! Or even the lowest ranked Martina! For more fun I looked at the rankings of my fellow countrymen (& women) and found myself ranked above a local hotshot pilot. Oh, that was almost more fun than an actual flight! (wow...I've really spent far too much time online today...)

So maybe the Martina name will carry me farther in paragliding than it did with tennis. None of the Navratilova (sp?) or Hingus tennis prowess found its way to me, but I was never interested in it anyway. Paragliding is my passion, and I will live my passion to its fullest in 2009. Bring it on!

Hallowe'en & Spooooky flights

After a bout of either rain, wind or ground-sucking stability I decided to go to Chelan for the annual Women's Hallowe'en Fly-In. The forecast looked good and I was desperate for a flight other than a sled ride. We got the carpool caravan in motion first thing Friday morning and had a colourful fall drive to central Washington.

One of my favourite things about flying in Chelan is the names of the launches. My favourite of course is Ants-in-the-Pants. Then there are the scary, Hallowe'en appropriate Green Monster and Between-the-Rocks. Anyway, we arrived up top late Friday afternoon to find light cycles from the Monster and about 7 of us had a gentle sled ride to the main LZ. Conditions are famous in Chelan for switching fast, and pilots who arrived 5 minutes after we landed couldn't fly as the wind had picked up and they were blown out. A bit freaky as there wasn't a breath of wind at the bottom. Our timing was perfect for another reason too - one of the pilots was celebrating her birthday and we were all cordially invited to celebrate at a local restaurant with her later that evening. Fun! I stopped to get her a card & some stick-on tattoos and boy-o-boy were those a hit! There were probably 30 people at the party & everyone got "inked" (of course the locations got more risque as the beers flowed throughout the night...). Next day at launch the birthday party attendees were easy to spot, and those who missed out were trying to figure out why everyone was plastered with Pink Punk Princess skull tats.

The flying was fun on Saturday with a bunch of pilots in costume. The "launch potato" did his job marvelously, teaching pilots to check their lines over and over and over and not to take off too quickly. A flying chicken, penguin, and wine table were all seen, along with some of the Canadian "Queen" contingent in the air - queen bee, queen of the undead and queen of the biker fairies. Great flying for this late in the year with people managing between 30 min and 2 hours.

The costume party that night was a blast as usual with people letting their alter-egos shine. The amazing thing was that people seemed to be talking about anything BUT flying! Usually when you get a group of pilots together all you hear is "I turned left, I turned right, I went up, I went down" but Saturday night was all about dancing and posing in costumes. We didn't do too much damage to the keg either as the forecast looked promising for the next day.

Sunday morning we got in a nice little ridge soaring flight after hiking down the North facing ridge by the satellite towers. I thought it might have been my last soaring flight of the year, but mother nature was feeling generous and a few days later in honour of Hallowe'en we were granted a spooky flight at home.

5 of us went up Mother Woodside, hoping the upper level wind forecast would work in our favour & dish out a multi-hour ridge soaring flight. But when Derek launched and started sinking our hopes were almost dashed. I launched a few minutes after since we had more drivers than vehicles & I'll take a sled ride if that's all I can get. Heading away from the hill about 100 metres below launch my vario let out a pitiful little beep. I held my breath, pulled some brake and weight shifted as quietly as I could so as not to wake the sleeping giant & let the thermal know I found it. I circled in '0' lift for about a minute, and saw Derek kicking treetops below me trying to get in the same un-sinking air. Finally the sporadic beeps got more consistant and I was hiting 1 m/sec up! Wohoo! At that moment it felt like the strongest thermal ever and soon I found myself 50 metres above launch. Derek saved himself nicely and our performance encouraged Rob to launch. Soon the eagles followed suit, and I found myself playing with about a dozen of them. We were chasing each other around the sky, eagles on my wingtips and all of us turning in different directions (those birds need to learn thermal etiquette!).

All of a sudden the air felt...weird. Like you're on the edge of a thermal and the air is disturbed, and you're looking for the smooth bit on the inside. But there wasn't any thermal. Rob was flying behind me and says he saw me just drop right in front of him. Derek sunk so low his boots actually kicked between some tree tops and if the slope wasn't steep there he'd have been hanging. Rob also had some spooky stuff happen to his wing & we all high-tailed it out of there. We landed safely and compared war stories, grateful to have gotten such a beautiful, exciting and extended flight at the end of October.

Hangovers 'n Wingovers

It's been an interesting week. The good kind of interesting, nothing weird or creepy.

I think I'll start by talking about youth. There was a statistical study discussed at the Rat Race and one result stated the average age of a paraglider pilot is in their mid-forties. It makes total sense - looking around I realize that most of my flying friends are in their fifties. I never really thought much of it, you know, that whole "age doesn't matter when you have the same interests" thing. But after the Rat Race I looked around at my home site & wondered where everyone my age was.

The instructor I hang out with has gotten a pretty good influx of students this year & I've been making it a point to gravitate towards the other under-40's to re-invigorate myself. It's weird - it's like I've been living like a 50 year old & I'm nowhere near that. I go to bed early. I don't drink. I don't play loud music.

So that changed.

There was a paragliding party Saturday night & I decided to throw Little Miss Cautious to the wind (so to speak) and see if the old (young) me was still in there. Paying no attention to what anyone else thought I proceeded to have a few bevvies & dance like a monkey on speed. I had so much fun (some may say too much, judging by the random pictures popping up on the internet) and felt more like myself than I have in a long time. Not from the drinking, just from shaking off the boring old lady I'd somehow become.

Unfortunately hangovers tend to accompany bouts of boozin' so Sunday was a bit rough. But it didn't matter - I had so much fun hanging out with this abundance of 'young' pilots that seemed to be everywhere now. The weather was also OD'ing a bit so I just drove up & down the mountain with everyone & by the 3rd circuit I forced one of the guys to give me a tandem. He'd promised me a tandem weeks before, saying we could do acro - yay! I was excited until we were standing clipped in on launch with thunder rolling in the background. Noooo way would I have launched by myself. Eep!

We didn't catch a single thread of lift on the way out though, but had enough height for some big wingovers & a few spirals. I was having so much fun I screamed, which my pilot took for fear so he stopped. Damn. Oh well - it totally inspired me to stop talking about acro & just do it. It also magically cured my hangover. Hmmm, who knew adrenaline was the answer?

Anyway, on every flight I've had since then I've done some wingovers. They're not great yet or anything but definitely bigger than the lame little oscillations I've done before. Inspiration comes in many forms, but I've found now that I look back on my flying career that anytime I hang out with people my own age I get a jolt of energy that I don't get with my "age-less" friends. Lessons learned? Not to be apologetic of my youth when around older pilots and trying to blend in with them. Be ME, and me alone. So what if they don't want to compete or do acro or wear brightly coloured socks. I'm not growing old before my time any more.

Happy Day!

Not to bemoan the point but the weather really hasn't been as good as say, last year. But today made up for yesterday's showers. (Where else does it sprinkle down in mid-August???)

Anyway...today looked fabulous, cu's popping everywhere by 10 a.m. and of course I didn't finish with my last client til 2:30. I started making phone calls on the way home & had a ride secured for 3:15. Now that's efficient! My friend Monica & I launched in a hurry & made our way along the ridge to try & tag a local turnpoint about 5 km from the take-off.

I turned left, I turned right...blah blah blah. Monica was soaring around above me which made me determined to join her up there, despite all the lame little beeps I was getting. Then the SWEETEST thing happened. I was duking it out with a thermal, finding its edges & trying to stay in the core. All of a sudden I was in it - going up so smoothly and in the zone. It started getting hazy and I realized a cloud was forming around me. Cool! Not a big scary cloud, just a happy misty one.

I flew out and made a dash for the turnpoint but chickened out when I got low, despite watching the guy in front of me tiptoe over the tree tops (yes, he even made it to the next further point). Monica hung in there longer than me, caught some nice lift herself & made the turnpoint.

Someone (not mentioning any names) needs to cultivate more patience & then she too may finally make it. But what a fun lesson to learn. If tomorrow holds out & we get another sunny flying day me & my little sidekick patience will make it for sure.