For now, some pics. No inflight ones this time- way too busy to take pictures! :o
It was another good day, but the lift was petering out a bit already. no biggie- I'm still learning the ropes (literally), and the fairly gusty crosswind gave me plenty to do.
One major advantage of having to wait one's turn by the edge of the threshold is that it affords a good vantage point for watching arrivals...
I think this Piper is based here.
This Skyhawk was doing circuits...
As was this very nice Champ... this guy made some superb landings!
And hey. here comes a Citabria, about to drop a tow rope... wait, that's my cue- time to get to work. ::)
After making sure the rope is clear of the runway, I wait for Greg to come in with the 2-33, with Herb squawking in the back seat.
A good landing- note the cloud of dust where they touched down. A few seconds later, she settles onto the skid and gently comes to a stop.
The debrief was still in progress when I rolled up on the quad...
So how'd I do? Well, did two flights, and on the first I felt less at ease than the first time I went up; not sure why. I was wrassling with it, and H. was not amused. But with him on his handheld coordinating with Mike, I got a lot of straight towing so I could work on my wake-boxing. A few turns after release at 3000, then we headed back for a decent pattern and landing, with very little input from Herb.
Second flight had me working the box again, then after release we did some turning stalls. Fun, but not as much fun as when Herb actually managed to convince 94H to enter a single-turn spin- my first-ever spin in any aircraft, and even more fun than I thought it would be (also a surprise- LOL).
Another acceptable pattern entry, with me turning outside a couple of times before joining the downwind, milking a little bit of lift over the golf course... I will say that throughout both flights, I did a fair job of knowing where I was in relation to the airport most of the time.
It was the last flight of the day, so he had me hold it off in ground effect for a ways, and we rolled out pretty close to the tie-down area.
Then back to the "lounge" for a soda and some hangar tales with the gang, including a story from one pilot which I probably should not share on the Web.
It's fun flying this way- it's like a little party every time.
and so far, I'm learning, learning... and not just how to fly gliders. This is about as close to being a real Airport Bum as I can get without owning a plane... I'm "connected" now.
Herb seemed, again, to think I did very well, even though he threatened more than once to hit me during the lessons...
Kind of a Jekyll/Hyde thing, I guess. 
