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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)Transcript
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take to storytelling. Kobo Marcus, 7700 feet. A Gol, 7700 feet above ground level in a glider. No engine, not even the club's glider anymore. Somebody had bought it before I rented it for a one time flight. I had been a member of a club for over 20 years. I had taken an instructor's course. I had flown most of the glider types the club owned. I hadn't been active for years, but kept my hand in with a check flight and a solo once a year. I could be trusted with a glider. The club really had no right to rent to me. Maybe my soaring flight began with release from the tow plane, a 2000 feet above ground level. I was up wind of the airfield and within easy landing in distance. It was a great soaring day. I caught strong thermals and soon was climbing. Circling in the rising bubbles of air 2500 feet, 3000 feet. 35 456 I topped out at 7700 feet above ground level, just south of Arthur, Ontario. I circled for much of an hour able to ride thermals and hold my altitude. Then I headed for home, happy to glide downward to the club feel just 8.6 kilometers away as gravity won the inevitable battle. I had plenty of height to get to the airfield with 1000 feet to spare for the landing circuit. Or so I thought I hadn't flown for here. The landmarks were no longer familiar. The field was along Highway nine. I chose County Road 14 90 degrees the wrong way. I was down to 3000 feet. I still to just make the airfield, but I couldn't decide where it was. I knew the paved streets of Arthur should still be generating and thermals, even as the afternoon wind by circled above Arthur. Nothing but sink. 2000 feet, no lift too far from the airfield. I had to commit to a landing in a farmer's field when I hit 1400 feet, a GL, I saw one that I liked long flat, an approach over telephone wires and trees. But easy enough, I went in. Don't wind turn to base Turn two final for the landing, smooth as a field with 27,000 sprouting corn plants could ever be. A phone call from the farmhouse brought a crew from the club with tools and a trailer. They disassembled the glider loaded it and we went home worth state dinners and beers that had cost me.