Soaring in the Tetons - June 2011
If you've never soared, it will be hard to describe it to you. Sailplanes are engineless airplanes. Soaring is falling in style. The really, really fun part is riding thermals up into the sky by circling in the thermal lift. On a good day you can stay up for hours. Floating. Circling under the cool gray bases of friendly clouds. Cloud dancing.
In regions other than the Texas coastal plain, sailplanes fly in ridge lift or climb the sky in mountain wave.
In 1998, I joined the Soaring Club of Houston as a brand-new, grass-green student pilot. Starting in 1999, I was on the club's Board of Directors as Secretary for five years. (It didn't take them long to figure out that somebody who knows how to write comes in handy!). Then I was the club's Maintenance Coordinator for a couple of years. I did almost all of my student training in the club's Blanik L-23, a capable, medium-performance all-metal glider made in the Czech Republic.
It's psychologically demanding to be a student pilot, not to mention demands on time and money. I had to take a few soaring sabbaticals along the way when I couldn't make writing deadlines otherwise. But I kept coming back, because soaring can be such an incredible high. At the 1999 Region Ten Contest in Littlefield, Texas, I met a man who said it well. A contest is when pilots in fiberglass racing gliders convene in some of the best soaring conditions the continent has to offer to sail the sea of air in their glass ships, racing to win. It's highly exciting for all concerned, including those who come to crew for a pilot, which is what I was doing at Littlefield. Midday, mid-contest, Walter, a middle-aged man and student pilot doing crew duty like me, radiated enthusiasm. “Soaring is better than anything else that's legal,” he said, animatedly. “Or anything that isn't legal, for that matter!” He's right. It can be that good.
Soaring in Ohio - photo by Dale Pizzo
Is it dangerous? In point of fact, yes, it can be. Worth the risks? Yes, it can be.
In 2000 I resolved to take my Private Pilot Checkride and become a rated glider pilot by the end of the year. Unfortunately that was the year an August thunderstorm let loose a downburst that wrecked the club's hangar and destroyed or damaged the whole fleet. The gliders that survived were under repair for months.
That December, I spent a week training at Miami Gliders in Homestead, Florida, with instructor Burt Compton. Burt flies L-23's, so I didn't have to transition to a new kind of glider. Even better, Burt is an unusually fine instructor. Let's just say he knocked the rust off me and then some. At the end of that week I had my appointment with destiny in the form of Designated Pilot Examiner Mary Gaffaney; and I became a Private Pilot - Glider.
photo by Doug Courville
Since then, I've checked out in the Soaring Club of Houston's Grob 103 and Blanik L-33. In the summer of 2001, I went to Marfa, Texas, where Burt and Kathy Compton had relocated Miami gliders, complete with tow plane and L-23s. I got some training from Burt in cross-country thermalling techniques, in strong thermal conditions. We flew high enough to see OVER the Davis Mountains. In July of 2002 I went to Dayton, Ohio for the Women Soaring Pilots Seminar and flew over the rolling hills and green fields and glinting Little Miami River. In January of 2003, I attended the Soaring Society of America's annual convention in Dayton, Ohio. I enjoyed it so much that I went to the 2004 convention in Atlanta, Georgia. A highlight in 2004 was the Awards Banquet at which we all saw an award bestowed for a truly extraordinary event in aviation: the Kuettner Prize, for the first flight in a straight line of 2,000 kilometers, went to Klaus Ohlman, who accomplished it in the remarkable conditions of the Argentinean Andes. Soaring the whole way without an engine.
Soaring is a lot of fun, even if you just stay home…. And I don't!
I am the Maintenance Chief for SCOH. This does NOT mean being a maintenance expert! It means organizing the work (and paperwork), interacting positively and responsibly with Maintenance Team members, aircraft mechanics, and the Club's Board of Directors and membership, exercising common sense and good judgment, and on occasion putting my foot down, as in, "No, you can't fly this glider today. It's grounded for maintenance." I'm a big believer in proactive maintenance. For one thing, it prevents mid-soaring-day surprises.
photo by Alexis Glynn Latner
I had a hand in the snazzy paint scheme of this little glider!
The club bought this Blanik L-33 Solo new from the factory in 1999. It turned out that the whole paint job was bad. The paint peeled off like mange. Then the 2000 storm damaged the poor little ship and all of its stablemates. N353BA and the L-23 went to K & W Aviation in LaPorte, Texas, for repairs. I was the club's project manager for the repair job - I interfaced between the Soaring Club of Houston and Mr. Bob Wagstaff, the owner of K & W.
I learned a lot about aircraft repair from Bob. He is a master of his trade.
photo by Alexis Glynn Latner
Since the glider was in the shop anyway, the club decided to cap off N353BA's repair with a new paint job. To create and execute a new paint design, I recruited another member of the club, Janaki Lennie, who is a fine artist - a painter. (We have discovered that artists come in just as handy as writers do.) K & W did a superb paint job. Besides repairs, Bob also does aircraft restoration. He and his shop really know how to return a damaged aircraft back to better than mint condition! First the L-23 and then the L-33 came back to the Soaring Club of Houston repaired, restored and gleaming.
Not only is the Solo's blue-white-silver design striking, it is also conspicuous. The Solo is just a little piece of metal foil in a sky crisscrossed with power planes and bizjets, but the paint scheme makes it easier to see.
photo by Eileen K. Stansbery
No, this one is not a glider!
Actually I started in aviation in power planes, flying with friends of mine. My first flight ever was with my friend Kristin Farry in her Grumman Traveler, N7156 L, which is nicknamed "PS." Then my friend Eileen Stansbery and her husband Gene, both experienced pilots, bought and restored a Nanchang CJ-6A - an aerobatic warbird trainer retired from the Mainland Chinese Air Force. The work was done at K & W, and it was quite an epic. Check out their Web page! The CJ's nickname is "DragonLady."
I've flown with Eileen in DragonLady doing aerobatics over Galveston Bay and attended the CJ at airshows. I once flew with Kristin cross-country in PS from Houston to Virginia, and from Houston to Cape Canaveral for a Space Shuttle launch. Our most memorable trip was west to Los Angeles, up to Pocatello, Idaho, and into Jackson Hole and Yellowstone. Flying with these friends in their power planes has been wonderful! But the flying bug didn't really bite me, but good, until I discovered airplanes without engines.