I was on my own as Chris had work to do. Ben was back at the wood shop in Canyon
Lake. Ricker had had enough of the tows and turbulence. The over running was
thick and the streets well formed.

I was apprehensive considering that I would be towing in the strong winds soon.
The Falcon 4 195 is a bit of a handful on the ground in these winds. At 10:16 Mike was ready
to pull me up. It was, as always most interesting.

The runway is .75 km long. I was at the north end. By the time we were at the
south end Mike and I were 90 feet off the ground. Mike had fortunately not fallen out
dramatically all along the runway. He turned right to avoid the trees ahead.

We followed the fence line to the west crabbing into the south wind but going
almost straight west. We gained 10 feet in half a kilometer. After that all was
easy as Mike took me to the cloud street west of the 130 toll road.

At 1,200' I finally let go and just like that the air turned very pleasant. It
all came back in a rush. It was the early morning air of Zapata now in
Georgetown. I was on my way floating downstream.

Chris said the wind was 25 mph down the runway. I was recording 18 mph.

The flight
here.

SPOT here.

Live Tracker
here.

All the anxiety was gone and the lift was about under the street, if
mostly less than 100 fpm. For the next hour I was between 500' and 2100' AGL.
Then I found 200 fpm and climbed to 3,000'. I was almost at Salado, not fast as
I had been circling so much. But I wasn't patient enough and lost the lift north
of town.

It was a beautiful day but perhaps not a record day: