It is Sunday morning, April 22, and several of us are on our way to Cherry Ridge (N30) in the Poconos to go to breakfast. The air is smooth as silk at 3,000 ft and not a cloud in the sky! There is an Archer with two guys in it, a 172 with three and my Maule with one guy riding shotgun. Breakfast is great while watching planes come and go. After breakfast the pilot of the Archer wants to go to Arner Memorial (22N) and see the Seneca a friend of ours just bought. Since I have a GPS and he didn't bring his, he asks if I want to go and he will fly wing. Well, even though Arner is in the area, I have never had occasion to land there, so I said "Sure!" and off we went.
It was about 11:30 am when we took off and the sky was still perfectly clear. However, at 3,000 ft the ride was bumpy with noticable up/down drafts.
When we arrive at Arner the Archer goes in first. Now Arner is at 534 ft and the runway is 8/26, concrete and 3,000 ft long. About mid field on the north side are four long enclosed T-hangars sitting 90 degrees to the runway. Parallel to the runway, a little further out, are low hills that run the length of the field.
Before arriving at the field the local ATIS says winds are 270 at 6 and temperature is about 80 degrees. So we go in on 26. The Archer lands smoothly and my buddy radios back to watch for sink on short final. So when I roll into final I carry a little extra power to compensate for the sink. There is no noticable crosswind so I am not holding a wing down. A little past the threshold I roll out and let the Maule settle in. I get a nice little chirp and start my roll out.
Suddenly, I am being driven hard to the left towards the edge of the runway and my right wing is lifting fast! Caught by surprise I am thinking "What the .... ?" I release the brakes because I have only the left wheel on the ground by this time and slam the ailerons all the way over to the right. I am sure the left wing is going to catch and tear its self up while ground looping me! Suddenly, I am released, the right gear hits hard and I find myself bolting back across the runway towards the opposite side! I can't stop so I pick a spot between the runway lights and steer through them and roll out on the grass. My friend and I sit there trying to collect our wits. A plane waiting to take off radios to ask if we are all right. I say the first thing that comes to mind "Let me check my pants!". He replies "Well nice recovery anyway!" Boy, I sure do not think there is anything nice about that little event!
We taxi over to park by the Archer. He has not seen a thing. I check my wing tip thinking that there just has to be damage to that fiberglass drooping tip. There is a short grass stain along the back edge and that is it! It must have taken me an hour of walking around before I calm down.
I have no idea what happened. My best guess is that the wind piles up behind the north hill on fast warming day and rolls over occasionally. Then the T hangers funnel it through onto the runway for a brief burst. That would explain why I dropped so hard back onto the right gear. I must have driven through it.
Later, after the jitters subside and we fly back to our home field, the guy flying with me said he was just turning towards me to say "Nice landing" when this little incident happened. However the best compliment was that he actually got back in the plane with me for the ride back! I wasn't sure I wanted to be in the plane with me!

