Jean-Pierre
insisted at briefing that this would be an easy wave day - a 20kt
north-westerly smack on the Gache would make getting into the wave child's
play - so we decided to take an early launch. While not quite as exciting
as Aboyne on a blowy day, we did find a couple of new ways to frighten the
tug pilot as we wobbled down the runway. In retaliation, tuggie descended
at the upwind end of the runway where, I am convinced, we managed to pick
up a bit of tree foliage that remained with us throughout the flight.
The Gache was working well, as advertised, and we
explored a number of known routes to the wave, all of which failed. We had
the reassurance of being able to get back to a working ridge if it all
went to worms, as it frequently did. We ventured up to Chabre and Aspres,
but I think the air was too convective to allow any decent wave to form.
As P1 decided to call it a day, the wave was just beginning to set up for
the evening and we managed briefly to poke our noses above the clouds just before we
landed.
Now - I want a word with Jean-Pierre... |
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