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The sky was a giveaway this am with towering cumulus visible on the Eastern side of the valley as early as 6:30 am.

Not ideal, I think to myself. Pay attention!

Several pilots were seated at a dining room table looking out at the sky hoping for another great day. I was hopeful and optimistic despite the conflicting signs. 

We got to the take off right on time, and started our hike into the mist of the low clouds that were quietly wafting upslope.

Today I am flying my solo wing, and hoping it won't get wet.  It looks like just a matter of time before the sky uncorks a bit of rain somewhere around here. 

We realize we have to decide quickly wether to get ready or not to fly.  If yes, we need to be quick. If no, then time to keep the gear packed so it will be easy to reload on the truck. 

Rob Milley was first to take off then me.  Farmer was right behind and soon we were radioing info back to those getting ready on launch. At one point it looked like a comp starting as many gliders launched in succession to escape the approaching west wind from behind the mountains on its way here from the coast. 

The sky grew gray and darkened. Climbs became weak and the towering cumulus were tamed for a while.  

A handful made it back to La Union and the rest were distributed evenly on the ground along the route or were driving down from the top due to wind over the back from 5-15 mph as the mountain went Into full shade, unable to block the wast wind. 

Roldanillo was the call for the afternoon as there was a huge horse parade that lasted to well after dark. Amazing! The sky unleashed a deluge and the people took cover, and waited it out with music and beer. We found a dry place to play pinging and enjoy the rain delay. 

The ride home in the Cipri was no less entertaining with strobe lights and music like a mobile disco back to the hotel. 

After another fine dinner Brian gave his talk and later everyone seemed to go there own way and relax. Tomorrow will be great.