Yesterday I was awarded the new moniker of "Powerline Jonathan" and not just because Mike moved up North. Here's why:
I came in about 1800' over the LZ and began spiraling down. Several other gliders entered the pattern and I decided to fly out towards the Volcano and park for a few minutes so I could have the runway to myself. It hit some sink along the way and turned back kind of low. My Flytec 5030 indicated that I still had 252' above the LZ on glide in my T2 144. So I went on a long airliner style approach. I was about 100 yards from Gavina Street when I realized I was gawd awfully low and there were two sets of landings in front of me. There is a small grassy area East of the wash and just North of Gavina that was a risky possibility if I pulled a fast 360. But I recalled that Bill Vogel died last Saturday doing this very maneuver in similar circumstances. http://sonomawingsbb.yuku.com/topic/273 ... -news.html
After cursing up a storm I pulled the only arrow I had left in my quiver and yanked on full VG and pulled in and dove for an imaginary horizontal line running from the utility pole to the West of the wash running to my left. I couldn't see either set of wires but I knew damn well they were there. As I crossed Gavina Street at 35 mph I felt and heard a thud on my right base bar wheel when it ticked the third cable.
I knew the second set was a short distance ahead and I couldn't see that either. I stuffed the bar and headed for the deck and leveled out at bush-top height. I looked up and watched the 3 wires of the second landings whiz by overhead.
Now I was faced with landing in the badly eroded part of the wash and so I stayed on ground skim as long I could before rotating upright. I was now over the smooth part and did a normal landing but with full VG. I had a nice, crisp flare with a 1/2-step landing and a long walk back to the LZ. Rick with his 20/5 eyesight had seen me dive under the second set of wires so I was 'busted'. He didn't see me kiss the first set but I let him know. Word spread quickly and BudRob re-dubbed me with my new moniker.
A moral of the story is to trust your eyes and senses and don't believe everything your vario tells you. Another moral is to never let yourself panic, but stay focused and determined. I have had my share of close scrapes and the ones where I stayed calm and focused always had the best outcomes. Not that I recommend living on the edge, which I personally do not care for. As it is, all my vario data files got corrupted and I couldn't download my precise flight track. Luckily I have a backup but it lost track of my altitude for part of my flight. I was able to salvage that but the last part where I did my approach and landed went all wonky: http://www.paraglidingforum.com/leonardo/flight/272478 .
So remember, the next time you find yourself between the devil and the deep blue sea to stay calm but focused and determined. But for god's sake don't put yourself in that situation if you can avoid it.
Cheers, Jonathan