Our final practice day featured weather that was better, but
unfortunately not quite good enough for any actual sailplane racing. We awoke to sun and northerly winds under 20
kts (which after a week in Chaves we’ve come to think of as fairly close to light and
variable). The weather forecast called
for good soaring as long as mid-level clouds stayed thin enough to allow decent
sun on the ground. But we were also
warned to expect significant cloud by mid-afternoon, with the possibility of
rain and windy conditions by late evening.
Most gliders gridded and the launch began around 1pm, with a
bunch of World Class (PW-5) gliders being towed northwest into increasingly
gray skies. Only two classes were
launched (the task for Club Class was scrubbed early), and pilots did
reasonably well (in the sense of staying airborne) until about 3pm, when
discretion overcame valor and landings began.
All were on the ground by around 4:30, and on the advice of the contest
weather office most were “in the box” not long after that.
Most PW-5 and some Club Class gliders have an open trailer. In view of this the contest has made an
interesting provision by which these can be sheltered from bad weather: a
warehouse is available about a mile from the field. Many glider trailers were late this afternoon
seen making their way east toward this sanctuary.
The US Standard Class is staying at an estancia (ranch
house) about 11 miles northeast of the airfield. Despite a longish drive and some minor issues
with hot water and a shortage of electrical outlets, this is a truly fine place. Like most country homes in this area, it is
surrounded by tall trees that give shelter from the frequent winds. This provides attractive habitat for many
bird species, and the show these put on of a fair-weather morning is something
to see & hear (we take our morning tea on the veranda, which gives a
first-rate view). Few of these species
are common in North America. There is a dove that sings “who cooks for yooouuu”
during all daylight hours. Favorites are probably the fork-tailed flycatcher
and the vermillion flycatcher (the male of which sports a red color on his head
that may be unmatched by any other species).
We were also favored with a swarm of bees that attached itself to a post
in our front yard and was still there a day later (in spite of a short spell of
heavy rain).
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