Easy and Hard.

This post was meant to go out last Tuesday, 23 Oct.

This morning, I went out and was ready to get into the air, having once launched already.

The first flight the wing came up immediately, formed well, and I was on my way. Due to an adjustment of the harness (hang point 4, thank you very much) I could actually get into the seat and get comfortable.

A beautiful day, I got to fly a long ways...almost out of eye shot. I also rode formation on another pilot, and felt my first turbulence from another aircraft. I was probably 8 lengths behind him when I should have been 10. Didn’t cause any issue, it was just noticable.

When I came back, the CFI had me practicing figure 8’s to lose altitude, and then planning my approach. 2 dry runs, and then I came in pretty as you please, and landed on my feet, and fell over.

Oops. Not supposed to be that clumsy. Right.

Second flight time. I got ready and tried launch attempt 1. Splat. Tripped on something, face plant.

Oh dear.

Nevermind, pick myself up, and try again. This time the wing didn’t inflate properly.

Okay, try again, this time, the wing inflated to the side, and I face planted again, breaking the tip of my prop.

I was grounded for a while to let the emotions burn off. It’s funny, but when you have a *ton* of adrenaline, and you get angry, you’re *very* angry. I took a long walk.

By the time I was calm and ready to go again the wind had died. No more flying tonight.

*sad face*