After diddling around on launch waiting for the clouds to get closer, we finally launched. Within 5 minutes, I was in a thermal that took me to 7800'. Pretty good for S. Unfortunately, my camelback hose had come out of my camelback, and two liters of water were draining all over me. Oh well, I wasn't about to land now! And it seemed warm enough to cope with the wetness. I thought: "I'll see if I can go towards Ave L!" I started that way, and got drilled. So, I faded right, and went out to the LZ high. Turning at Ave S itself, I then flew East to 10th St. W, just short of the 14 Freeway, and then made a beeline back towards launch. It was too early to land.
To my surprise, I flew right into another boomer and took it to 9800' MSL. "This time, I'm high enough that I will not bail out", I thought. So, despite only intermittent radio contact with Jim, I got small, and went on glide to the WNW, following the hills. There were now clouds that direction, and I was headed for one on the next large peak to the West. I got a terrible glide, but was so high that I figured I would at least be able to hit that cloud and if nothing was there, go North to get out of Leona Valley. The winds there can be nasty and unpredicable in a NE. Nothing at the cloud, so at 7800' I started to fade North. Feeling some texture in the air again, I moved a bit more to the right, and towards a large housing construction project. Boom. I hit a boomer and took it to 10,300'. Now, with the altitude and the water soaking me, I was really cold. The newly forming cloud above me was getting bigger, and wasn't that far above me, so I went on glide towards the Ave L ridge. Half way there, and my trusty 5030 told me it was a 4 to 1 glide to the LZ. "OK", I thought, "I will just keep going."
At this point I considered (for the second time) heading towards Kagel, but the forecast had been for 40-50 mph winds in the passes, so I decided that I didn't really want to try landing down there. So, I just continued towards the WNW, getting a really nice glide. Over 20 to 1 and sometimes 35 or 40 to 1.
As I passed Ave L at 8k or so, I heard a huge rushing sound to my right. I glanced over there and saw a sailplane going at least 90 mph and in a dive. It then raised it's nose and started a climb. "Showoff!" I thought. Boy do those wings bend. I was amazed. The sailplane then proceded to do a loop right beside me.
At this point I considered that if I could find another thermal, maybe I'd fly back to Ave S. After all, I hadn't heard from Jim since I left, and he didn't answer my radio calls. I glanced behind me and saw that there was a line of virga extending from Ave S launch to the NNE. I wasn't going back.
I continued along the Ave L ridge, until just short of the castle about 18 miles from Ave S. (There is a castle out there. I landed there once before from L.) At that point the texture of the air changed. It got bumpy and the sink increased. It seemd that the wind was more southerly, or at least that the northerly component had disappeared. So, I faded away from the line of hills towards more forgiving terrain. I didn't want to have to land in the foothills here in switchy wind.
The farther I got from the hills, the more clear it was that that was the right call. I got a bit of lift and gained 400' in 50 fpm lift over a burned area. But the lift was light, and stopped at a bit over 6000'. At this point I realized that the wind was no longer from the East. It seemed a bit SW. "OK, do I try and get up and go back?" A quick glance behind showed me that the virga had become rain. "Nope, just push on and land into the West wind."
So getting lower and now in a 20 mph headwind, I just pushed on to the deck. At 800', I had a nice field picked out. I reached for my harness zipper pull, and gave it a smooth tug. Nothing. "Uh-oh!". A harder pull yielded nothing. Luckily, in my last thermal the zipper had come down a bit. I was able to work my legs out of the harness. Unfortunately, my left ankle was now wrapped in the zipper pull line. Not just twisted, but fully wrapped. At 600', I tried to undo it one-handed. No luck. After some interesting heading changes, and down to 400', I decided to land with my foot tangled. Messing with a harness on final is a prescription for serious accident or worse. "It's windy, right? I'm guessing 20-25. Shouldn't be a problem." As I pointed the glider into the wind, I had a sudden brainstorm. Using my right foot, I unwrapped my left one. I have no idea why, but that was far easier and also successful. Maybe bending over to use my hands tightened the harness line or something.
So, down to 300', and into the wind, I now had both landing gear available. But I was now behind the row of bushes that I had originally planned to land on the West side of. And my angle showed me I was going to land on them, unless the wind was lighter at the surface. So, I faded right to a very wide dirt road, figuring that would give me a bit more room. Of course, the wind WAS lighter near the surface, and I landed next to the road about 150' past the bushes in 15-20 mph surface winds.
As I started to pack up my stuff and call Jim on his cell phone, it started to rain. So, I quickly put my already wet stuff under the glider. Water from the camelback, water from the rain. Oh well. It was worth it. I got Jim on the phone, and he was almost broken down. He told me he'd hit the road and call me when he got close.
After I got the glider 80% broken down, Jim called. He asked me "Did you say 180th West, or 80th West?" I said "180th West." "Oh, $*#(%", he said. "I am almost out of gas, and there aren't any more gas stations out here. I'll call you back."
So, I finished packing up and waited. Eventually, he arrived and we loaded my gear. By then, I was dry, but my stuff wasn't. Jim hadn't gotten gas, so we weren't sure we'd get back to town. I called my wife, J and told her the situation. She said that the closest gas station was probably at I and the 14 fwy. 18+ miles from where we were. So, we drove at a fuel efficient 45mph back to the fwy, hoping we'd make it. Luckily we did. Just barely.
It turns out Jim had his harness zipper jam up too. He also managed to solve that problem before landing.
What a great day! Lots of problems, but perserverance and quick thinking on the part of all made it come out just fine.
Thanks, Jim!!! And thanks J for driving us to the top of the hill!!!