A story from a few weeks ago. I was out for a quick camping trip with another forum member, RC5280. After a night of camping in Salida and a day of exploring the San Luis Valley, RC5280 was headed back to the Front Range for work and I decided to go to Gunnison for the rest of the weekend to see family. I left Leach and within a few miles found a jamming thermal being kicked off of a dry center pivot field. I managed to find its core and rode it circling up to about 10,500 feet. North Pass is a little over 10,000 feet so I congratulated myself on using the natural lift in the valley to climb to cruise altitude and pointed my nose west towards the pass. Well, that must have been the only lift anywhere west of the Sangres. Even though the day was beautiful and happy small cumulus dotted the sky, the 15-knot westerly winds aloft were creating persistent sink on the west side of the valley and down the Saguache Creek drainage. I hunted and pecked for lift but still found myself low against terrain and bailing out down-drainage.
Here I am hunting for ridge lift West of Saguache:

I managed to work south along the northern flank of the La Garita Mountains and found a couple windward slopes and rock outcrops that got me back up to 10,500. I thought maybe I could work south of North and Cochetopa passes and sneak over the Cochetopa Hills, which is a ridge that runs SW/NE. Nope. As soon as I got close I hit sink that I couldn't outclimb. In the picture below I am looking east and away from the pass and sinking towards those unfriendly-looking rocks at about 500fpm. I'd been at it for about an hour and a half and really only had enough fuel at this point to slink back to Leach.

I guess my point is this: I know the area well and am comfortable using natural lift to reach my objective. But, on that afternoon there was no way that this pilot was going to make Gunnison in that plane. A more experienced hunter of rising air might have found a way, but I burned all my fuel exhausting the possibilities I could see. Turning around was easy since I was just out recreating, but if I had a job or other pressing obligation on the other side of the hill or some get-home-itis, the choice might have been tougher. Now, I know that Moab is pretty much all downhill from Gunnison. But, unless you are going to fly directly over the Black Canyon you still need 10,000+ to cross Black Mesa. Fun trip when the atmosphere is cooperating, but a low-powered plane isn't a reliable way to connect those dots in my opinion.
Incidentally, after being defeated by my lee-to-windward pass crossing attempt I decided to return to Salida for another night of camping and local beer sampling. I departed Leach around 5:00p.m. and headed towards the thermal that had been so productive for me earlier in the afternoon. Dead. It had already shut off and the entire valley was under subsidence. I skimmed eastward across the sparsely-populated valley floor hoping that I would find lift along the lower reaches of the Sangres. Overdevelopment had set in, though, and the southern buttress of the Sangres was covered in shadow. Smooth flying, but no lift. "Hmmm...might be renting a cabin at Hooper for the night," I thought. But before giving up I thought I would fly north to where the sun still shone on the west face of the mountains and the valley floor. There I encountered widespread, smooth lift. I passed a dozen hawks on my way to Poncha Pass, where I crossed over a high saddle above the pass proper and into the lee shadow where I traded my 500fpm up for 1000fpm down all the way to pattern altitude at KANK.
Riding the lift along the Sangres:


Glamor shot from earlier in the day at Hooper:

Anyway...this was probably way more of an essay than anybody wanted to read. But, it was one of the most spectacular days of flying a low-powered airplane in the mountains that I have had in a long time. I'm just glad I could follow the winds and didn't have to be anywhere!

