From three years ago 🙂
Flying high, high, I’m a bird in the sky
I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas— Eagle by ABBA
We took off under our own power and climbed in circling turns to about 12,500 ft. “Where are the thermals?” I had asked Bob as we prepared to take-off. “Over there, where the clouds are,” he responded. Once the engine settled down and cooled, he prepared to turn it off and closed the air vents.
All was silent.
We gently rode the wave. The only sound was the clicking of the vertical speed indicator. The louder it clicked, the higher the climb rate. It was obvious, the direction the thermals were rising. On the upwind side of the clockwise turn, the clicking accelerated. On the downwind side it retarded, and almost silenced. With each circling…
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