Sunday was my first flying day since my check ride... didn't take many pictures, but here are a few.
Coupla guys stopped by for lunch in this very slick '47 Navion.
I managed to get three flights in from the back seat- first "victim" was newly-minted CP-G Andy (who kindly let me fly the tow and landing approach, LOL), then Jeremy, who just did his first power solo but is preparing for his PP-G, and our very own James T. finally got his well-deserved ride (although conditions were so flat by then that I didn't have time to let him fly it).
Flying from the back presents some interesting challenges (like seeing where you are going, and basically being hunched over), but I did OK. It also has benefits- like your very own window, where you can stick your elbow out in the breeze.
So quiet in the glider, I heard this train's horn as it approached the crossing. This window comes in handy for photography...
After clawing my way to 3000 from a 2500-foot tow (conditions were not as good as they appeared), I let Jeremy take it, and he did a great job of finding some brutal sink.
No biggie, happens to the best of us...
The "Silver Bullet" is back from its sabbatical up in Vermont... near sundown, Herb took his son's GF for her first flight in any airplane. Not a bad introduction to flight, and of course she had a blast, roaring out to chase the setting sun at 200 mph, then getting some stick time on the way back.