Gravity doesnt alway win in the end, sometimes it wins in the beginning...

I don't really want to dwell too much on today so this'll be a pretty quick report.

Flight #1:
Got a lift up the hill with a bunch of other pilots, set up and ready to launch by 1315, took off in what felt like a good cycle, scratched, scratched, and scratched before heading for the landing paddock. Plenty of sink around, so I sunk, realised that I wouldn't make it to the landing paddock and made my first landing in Ponty's bombout paddock.

Flight #2:
Pretty similiar to the first flight, except that now I was much more desperate to fly so I kept pushing along Marcus for longer, hoping for something, anything, before heading for the landing paddock. The sink was sinkier, so I sank sankier - but then felt the breath of non-sink! I was already too low to make it to the landing paddock without some sort of climb so I looked for it and did not find it so set up to land on Mystic Lane. There were a few nasty moments as I got down to tree-top height and saw a dust-devil just ahead and off to the left, but fortunately got down before it came through. It's important when landing on Mystic Lane to set up well back because it slopes downhill and if you come in too high too far forward you'll end up in gum trees. I touched down at the first dirt intersection on the track, which was still quite a ways further than I was aiming for.

Flight #3:
The idea was to wait around for some thereputic glass-off ridge-soaring in the evening, so I waited around and launched just after 1800hrs. Unfortunately there wasn't much lift and it wasn't very thereputic, rather a ever-lower series of beats along Emily hoping for some lift. No lift, but at least I made it to the landing paddock this time.