1. I turned in sink where I had seen Greblo get up. Lost about 200 feet there. Headed out for little lukens.
2. Climbed from 3600 to 4500. I felt I could have climbed higher, yet the ratty air here didn't really feel trustworthy, so I left we the thought "oh, well at least I can see the Big T wash with its big comforting LZ ready for me." I didn't do the calculation in my head about the coming glide. My plan was to go as far as possible keeping the LZ in sight.
3. Reached Big T at about 2900, Greblo was working lift effectively in a bowl. Not wanting to leave the view of the LZ and scarred of the unfamiliar terrain, I stayed out on a rib and slowly climbed. Greblo was up and out in no time leaving west. Eventually making it to 3500 feet I could now see the fields in the little T horse area. Choosing the speed to fly over each fold in the hill side; I had a pretty good glide leaving.
4. Little T: Low over the cement guzzlers I gaining about 300 feet. The lift felt weak. Both sides of the road seemed an easy glide. I had the advantage of watching Greblo get pounded in sink a how he set up this landing at the beehives. Without getting to watch his landing I would have chosen the larger field on the east side of the road.
Landing... with some helpful advice from Ken noting the rotor cast by the canyon I began setting up the approach with a traditional DBF. On downwind Joe's cool voice came on the radio and recommended turn points. I turned before his command for final and over shot a tad. The tall mustard and other brush grabbed the bottom bar. From this I didn't get a chance to flare as hard as I'd would have liked. The swim trunks and tank top I was in where a bad idea. The flies where attracted to my bleeding legs, the bushed got them pretty good.
