Young at heart

Thursday and it is soaring weather! I get out early to prepare the DG303 glider, hoping against hope that it might turn out to be a booming 500 kilometre day. My hopes are dashed. There are nice clouds about, there is lift, but it is a bit broken and goes up to only 6000 feet which makes long distance flying difficult.

Still, I have a good flight, about 140 kilometres in total up to Young, nearly to Greenthorpe, then back south via Harden to Cootamundra. The thermals are not good enough to let me keep going further. Still, a challenging and interesting three hours and 42 minute flight. One pilot doesn’t make it back and lands in a paddock. A couple of the guys head off with his glider trailer to de-rig his glider and drive back with it.

Dinner at the Family Hotel (pub), chicken an bacon with veggies. No Guinness so I have Toohey’s Old, a similar colour.

Friday promises to be better. I’m flying the Astir, so get it ready in plenty of time. The sky looks good with white clouds brewing in the blue. But it’s all show and not much go. I find a good thermal and climb to 6000 and head north. But the clouds are disappearing and the thermals are getting more broken up.

Don't be fooled by that sky!

Don’t be fooled by that sky!

I manage to reach my planned turnpoint at Young airport and turn south again heading for Junee. But the skies are all blue and not glider-friendly. I hear radio calls as one glider runs out of lift and lands at Young airport. Another lands at a small strip near Jugiong. The tow plane later heads off to rescue them and bring them back to Cootamundra.

I’m getting a bit low near Wallendbeen and start looking for good landing paddocks. But my luck holds and I find a decent thermal that gives me enough height to head towards Coota. I get to Coota and try to press on to Junee, but there’s very little lift about, so I head in for a landing. Just a two hour 20 minute flight in challenging conditions. But fun, of course.

Dinner at the rissole. Fettucini carbonara and Toohey’s Old. Lots of stories about the day’s exciting adventures, some of them true!

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Grounded-hog day at Coota

Low clouds and showers meant no flying again today. Sigh! “At least the farmers will be happy” I said to a local, but he replied “No, it’s the wrong time for rain.”

We rigged the Astir glider that had been brought from Camden in its trailer after it had some minor maintenance. I got to assemble the hotellier links that connect the ailerons and airbrakes to the controls in the cockpit, a useful skill. These are double-checked and inspected by a second pilot.

Clifford (left) and tuggie Paul help finish assembly of the Astir.

Clifford (left) and tuggie Paul help rig the Astir.

The assembled glider was then tied down on the grass alongside the other ground-bound gliders waiting for the weather to improve. The forecast for tomorrow looks a lot better. Fingers crossed.

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Round the bend in the Roundhouse

Low cloud and rain today, so five of us grounded glider pilots drive 40 minutes south to Junee. It is home to one of few working Railway Roundhouses in the Southern Hemisphere.

“When built in 1942, it boasted the largest turntable at 100 foot. Since 1994, the Roundhouse has seen a new lease of life. Half is now used for the Roundhouse museum, whilst the other portion is used for its original purpose of reconditioning and rebuilding locomotives and rolling stock.”

It is a great building and has some interesting locos and wagons. Not as amazing as Thirlmere (see earlier blog), but our guide pointed out that it has no government funding and is run by volunteers. We clambered over lots of interesting machinery. The massive locos were great, but I also loved the tiny rail cars used to carry workers along the track. There was a classic hand cranked one, but also several with tiny motorbike engines (including a two-stroke Villiers) and wooden chassis frames.

Me in a rail car. The wheel is the brake, you don't have to steer on rails!

Me in a rail car. The wheel is the brake, you don’t have to steer on rails!

Then we went to the Junee Licorice and Chocolate factory in an amazing old building, half brick and half covered in corrugated iron. We lingered over lunch too long so missed the last guided tour, but we got the general idea!

We avoided visiting the town’s other famous landmark, the Junee Correctional Centre.

Dinner at the country club again, lamb pie (good!) and TWO glasses of Guinness.

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Soaring in sunshine, but not very far

A lovely sunny 28-degree day today in Cootamundra, but very windy – windy enough to blow your hat off! It is difficult to fly cross-country in strong winds when you intend to return to your takeoff point. You drift down wind very quickly when circling in thermals and it is difficult to track back into a strong headwind.

I had an enjoyable flight of three hours and fifteen minutes in the DG303, climbing up to 6000 feet. I tried to head towards the town of Harden, but the thermals were not strong enough to allow me to make headway, I had to keep stopping to top up the height!IMG_1109 (1)

However, it is all good training for my next gliding goal, a flight of 500 kilometres. To achieve that, I need a hot day with good thermals rising high – preferably to 12000 feet. The forecast for the rest of the week is not brilliant, but hope springs eternal . . .

Dinner was at the Cootamundra Country Club (It’s the golf club, really.) I had a tasty dish of pasta and a glass of Guinness.

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I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now

I’m at Cootamundra for the gliding club’s annual camp. It’s supposed to be hot and sunny out here with brilliant thermals, but it’s not!

Yesterday I arrived before noon and managed to get a flight with an instructor to check out the local area. I managed an enjoyable hour of soaring under grey cloud cover and learned the local landmarks and runway layout.

Today was grey cloud and rainy almost all day. Three of us drove an hour west to Temora and visited the aviation museum there. I’ve been lots of times and seen some brilliant air displays there, but it’s always nice to see the planes again.

It’s a bit strange seeing the sign for Tom Moon Avenue. Tom, my old aerobatics mentor and buddy, is no longer with us, sadly. He helped found the museum and lives on in some of their videos, talking about the historic aircraft he used to fly there.

Evening meal was at the Cootamundra rissole, Sunday roast with plenty of gravy. Yum!

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