Those last pictures look very much like Sand City, (less the buildings though, no city at Sand City) on the coast N of Monterey, where I taught myself to fly hg's. Glass smooth THICK sea level air.....nothing like it! I learned the hard way what a center of gravity is, what a stall is when and what a flare is, what a dumbass! But a lucky dumbass anyway, no school back then, too early, but I eventually got hooked up/tutored by the then famous Dave Kilbourne, the first in the US to foot launch a rogallo wing (he did it mid 60's I think) and stay up/soar. He started out as a hired hand flying in Aussie Bill Bennett's water ski team, towed behind boats only. Dave took it from there, and eventually he and his girlfriend Donnita Holland, famous chick pilot, would stay the weekend at my girl friends and mine place in Carmel (OK, her mothers place, a rich Carmel hippy chick) and we would pioneer sites in Big Sur. 3 and 4 K launch sites over the Pacific, landing in the surf,great fun and again lucky as hell!
Great story Lesuther, HA HA you lucky too

It's been blowing straight into the range here since 1:00 at soarable strength, way soarable, 18 to 27 mph, all this talk about soaring has got me wound up, I think I'll get out the fat tired motor glider bush plane (?) and get some dead stick time
