The crew headed south to Milford Tuesday, with plans to fly a site called Frisco. I met the gang close to the South Side at an Iceberg burger joint. Jeff O'Brian and Steve Rathbun were there as well debating weather or not to go. After an hour or so the group was defined and we drew straws to determine who among the four would drive. Lucky me!

We spent the night in Milford. The next morning, as soon as we downed a hardy breakfast, we were off to launch. Steve talked the whole way up to launch, giving us advice about the wicked ramp as well as flight strategy. The ramp really was scary! It just extends out, perched precariously above the rocky terrain below. By the time Steve got through with the horror stories associated with the ramp, and once on top actually seeing it, he had our attention.


Everyone got off safe and almost immediately caught nice fat thermals. Cody had his highest gain ever, topping out at over 18,000ft! They made it easy for me, as all three landed close to the highway that follows the route.


What bored drivers do, while waiting.