Again, a day off with some "weather" determining if we fly or not.
Nick departed for wine tasting adventure through the Okanagan and back to Whistler. All our guests had left s0 Mia cleaned house (a Dutch compulsion I think...), I got sent out to do chores, cutting the lawn, washing our harnesses to get rid of the Mansfield Moon dust that can ruin a zipper in a day.
The day started off with some potential, but some minor showers came through followed by some clearing and some strong west wind. While Mia was off on a shopping I went out and did some testing of our towline recovery chute.
When I got back to Mansfield I discovered that one of our nesting Barn Swallows had decided this was the day to leave the nest. While I'm always harping about our local PG schools and the sad way they huck their students off the hill I have to admit nothing beats the ground school of our resident Swallows.
One day their anchored to the nest getting fed and no sign of training:
The next day....
Out on their own in the big bad world (with Mom and Pop running defence against anybody showing interest!). Talk about taking a leap of faith. Can you imagine your first day of flying where class includes landing on a telephone line? Followed by returning to your home base that is 6" square landing pad stuck up under the eves of an old house (oh and for reward... you get fed dead bugs?)
Makes some of our local paragliding instructors look damn near respectable ;-)
Today (Friday15th) might be a good day. I'm crewing for Mia and think she may get a chance for a nice flight... fingers crossed.
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